you just have me convulsed this morning. thank you for all this laughing and going numb.
Getting the EYE from a man who likes his coffee QUIET, though. LOLOLOL
there must be something sooooo different about us (either us narcoleptics or us women or us post menopausal women narcoleptics) but this whole chick-flick weepy movie/ cooking and gardening channel thing is DETESTABLE to others. friends, partners, teenagers can tell you i looooooooove house hunters and home makeovers and EVOO....OOOOOOOoooooo!
plus, i love to hate, hate to love
Steel Magnolias (terrifying)
Wuthering Heights ("Haunt me, Cathy!" and "Take me to the window, Heathcliff") i can cry in 10 seconds flat, if i just channel surf into it unexpectedly.
that Jodie Foster civil war romance ("Because I never LOVED him!")
Joy Luck Club (tissue boxes were passed in the theater, i swear, starting with the opening credits and that white feather) (the last night it showed, i went with 2 whole families of mothers and daughters. it was packed, all women except for 2 guys. as the weeping started, i could see both of them get that survival look, like, "uh ohhhhhhhhhh")