I had a I need to get out of this damn house moment earlier this week. Nothing against this specific house, or the fact that it isn't mine, more a usual case of stay at home mom claustrophobia, because that's a real thing, isn't it? Moving on... I texted a girlfriend hoping she'd be my way out and she delivered, suggesting we go to a movie. I haven't been to a movie since Hunger Games... the first one I think... maybe that's a lie because my memory is far from dependable.
This is where i leave you is what she typed next which confused the hell out of me, the woman who ignores every commercial and usually has about two other things on the go while the television is on.
Once it clicked I agreed, she made promises of humour so I said sure because I need a little humour in my life these days between all of the go, go, go, mixed with never-ending putting away of things, the always dramatic three year old tantrums and the mental tornado taking up occupancy in my brain. So we went and that was three days ago and I am still smiling every time I think about it.
So go, I tell you... you won't regret it.
In other news Andrew might be indulging my YA tendencies tonight... in the form of yet another movie.
Have you seen anything good lately?