For anyone who has yet to see the movie Nights in Rodanthe and plans on seeing it...don't read this. Or better yet, don't see the movie. Don't waste your time.
Wow. I like Diane Lane, really, she's a great actress. But I wanted to get out of that theatre before the opening credits finished rolling across the screen. It was that excruciating. Then, of course...get ready to let out a big gasp of surprise, here, my friends...the man (I don't even remember his name)...well, he dies. Boo hoo. And what was even more hysterical was that, five minutes after the son explains how the man died, my friend's mother turns to my mother and says, "...Did he die? I think he's still alive!"
Wow. I could NOT stop laughing. I think even Quarantine would have been better.
Christ, Bambi would have been better. For real.
So this is a pretty useless blog, but it's a good distraction from that cookie jar sitting on the kitchen counter. They have M&Ms in them, and I can't resist. SOMETHING needs to distract me.
But starting now, it's going to be my Algebra project.
Peace.
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