It’s not fair. Sometimes it still hits me that I don’t get a
baby in 5 weeks. I won’t have a little person to look after. It’s over. Done.
Dead. Sometimes I can function entirely normally. But enough about all the sad
things.
The Hunger Games. Hubby surprised me on Tuesday by showing
up at home at noon with plans to take me out on a ‘hot date.’ Granted his plan
was delayed when he arrived to find me in my underwear working on the computer.
A quick shower and clothes change later off to the movies we go. Anyone: Go see
it. I take that back. First: read the book. The book is ALWAYS better (that is
a post for another time.)
IF you have read the book the movie is great. If not I
imagine it’s quite confusing. Because Hubs and I read it (before there was a
movie idea... I know. I'm a book snob) we knew all the inner dialog and plot
points they couldn’t include and still have you leaving the theater the same
day. Make a date of it.
