Things That Go Puke In the Night

During the wee small hours of the morning I found myself in the most precarious of circumstances...for me at least. It would appear I have fallen ill. But out of respect for my legions of faithful readers (Val), I will spare you the gruesome details. That being said, I found my only solace in our couch, a brown comforter, a hot cup-o-joe, ( and here's where it gets hoyty-toyty) & a movie for the life of me I still can't believe I sat through. I can't bring myself to tell you the name of it (& no it wasn't HBO after hours reow-reOW!) but I will tell you it was the mother of all chick flicks. That in & of itself doesn't bother me because a.) My first dvd purchase EVER...was "You've Got Mail" (which we all know was a rehash of Sleepless in Seattle) and b.) As I blogged about in an earlier entry, Seagall & Stallone just aren't cuttin' it for me anymore (See: Cup O' Joe, Hold the Show).

So perhaps it was the drama that drew me in. I dunno. Perhaps it was the stomach virus clouding my otherwise impeccable discernment. All I know is this flick goes against every value/lifestyle I believe in. Yet there I was watching away curled up with a fresh cup of Starbuck's House Blend go figure. Weirder than fiction. The movie? I'll never tell.