And thus, we need to celebrate by MOVIE REVIEW!!!!!!
First off, I came downstairs this morning to discover my dad watching the Hilary Duff/Heather Locklear/That Guy From Sex and the City film "The Perfect Man." Note: this was willingly. He chose the film. And then we watched it to the end together. And later when my mum and I returned from the snakes and lizards, there was ABC Family on. Hmm.
So anyways, my mum, my dad, and I went to see He's Just Not That Into You. My prediction: if this is chosen as a date movie, then perhaps you need to Consider the Warning Signs.
What I learned:
- "Always hold out for the ring," whispers my mother to me. No matter the fact that that particular non-married couple was the most functional (for the most part).
- People in Baltimore have awesome houses/apartments/living spaces. Seriously, I was in serious decorating lust.
- Gay men know everything. Keep a couple around for advice.
- Ginnifer Goodwin is actually an elf. Look at her ears!
- Halfway through the movie, my mother: "hey...is that the guy from the Mac commercials?" Yes, he's only been on the screen for most of the movie thus far.
- I am probably going to be alone forever. But that's okay because:
- Men are assholes, and:
- Women are pathetic
- It's fucking annoying to text during a movie. Twice. Seriously people, the wonders of texting is that you don't HAVE to answer right away. Or even check it. Fucker.
Then we came home and I just introduced my mother to the wonder of "Dick in a Box" and "Jizz in My Pants." She lol'd. Lots.
So yeah, Happy Valentine's Day, for those who celebrate. For those that don't, Happy Ides of February.