Okay..so why is it every year, when my husband is away (for a few days give or take a few looong days), I find myself watching The Notebook on TLC or Oxygen? And crying my ever-loving heart out? Then going into my bedroom and trying to locate every note and sentiment my love has ever sent me? And bawling? (uh..that was dramatic. Not really bawling. Just teary dewdrops welling up a teensy bit) I mean...it happens every year. The Notebook is on TV every August. I'm serious. Why do I torture myself with the lovingest, passionate-est movie of all? Because I miss him and I want to tear my heart out even more by bringing to attention all the romance which is him. That's why. I think.
At least I was distracted a bit as my boys had friends over accusing each other of farting, getting mad when no-one believed the other did NOT FART! They were also playing a video game about aliens. I decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea when I heard the boys yelling "Oh! Use the anal probe! Use the anal probe!"
So then they went fishing.
3 comments:
HAHAHA! What the heck kinda game is that??
oh, jenny! you made me smile. isn't it amazing to be in love? the notebook gets me every time. i think i'm a little teary just reading about it on here. and sounds like it's time to lose the alien game!
I used to do the same thing with Far and Away. You're a corker shannon.... The notebook is wonderful and wondrous! me likey loo! But, my life was choosing the guy I was engaged to, not the passion of my life... maybe. Argh! :( Oh the unrequited love of it all!
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