Crying at Movies...


So I cry at almost anything, especially movies. Last weekend I cried at a movie. Now I have no shame in this, but the situation is rather funny since I was the only gal at the movie and went with 4 of my best guy friends. Though they didn't even know until I told them...LOL.

Tomorrow night, I will once again cry at a movie. Greg and I are going to watch the Notebook. (Relationships are all about compromise so we are both watching a movie we wouldn't normally and are trading one chick flick for one shoot-em-up-testosterone-fest and I picked the biggest, most chickest of all chick flicks I could think of!) He has no idea what he is in for! This movie makes me cry every time I see it, and it has been a while, so I will probably flow like Niagara Falls. LOL. I hope he has tissues on Hand. (*sigh...I get all girly just thinking about the movie.) If he is smart, he will take notes, though cheesy there are some very romantic ideas in this movie. (Like a letter everyday for a year, how sweet is that? HintHint)

Now here is where the story gets unfortunate, every gal knows that waterproof mascara is genius, perfect for times like the above, I at this time have none and won't have time to pick some up. So tomorrow I will be left with one of two options, one wear no mascara at all or two, wear mascara that is bound to run. What's a girl to do? (LOL)

On a complete other spectrum, tomorrow before our movie date, I will be babysitting so won't be able to pick up the movie. Greg is going to have to go by himself to do it. Now he isn't normally one to feel awkward about stuff like this, and I'm sure he hasn't even thought about the situation enough to consider that it might be awkward. Though if my favourite blog stalker reads this between now and then, he may feel just a little self conscious about the whole situation. It's fair though, I'm watching Sniper...

*To make up for the fact this post is somewhat shallow, I will do my best to drum up something a little more profound for my next post