I just scanned one of my flickr friend’s weekend pics and it made me a bit nostalgic for the days when SharkBoy and I use to run around like spies, tearing up the town.
However, would I say that the honeymoon is over, headed into our third year? I would say no.
Yesterday, SharkBoy took me to a movie. That in itself sounds staid but it was a mystery movie.
We were up early and our chores done and he got me showered and dressed for the early shows at AMC ($6 before noon!). We get to the theatre and I think “Cool! JCVD! That will be fun.” But no, he instructs me to purchase Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
“Serious?”
“We’re getting into the Disney spirit,” He beams.
I can’t love him any more.
At 1130am, we had the whole theatre to ourselves. We made loud comments at the screen like Howard Hughes screaming at Jane Russell’s tits.
#1 by daryl on November 25, 2008 - 1:32 am
i don’t know if i could love anyone taking me to a talking chihuahua movie before noon on a weekend either! wha wha wha….can’t love him anymore… wink wink.
fuck i’m sleepy.
#2 by Dead Robot on November 25, 2008 - 5:08 pm
Congratulations, Daryl! Your cryptic message above is my 7000 comment.
#3 by daryl on November 26, 2008 - 12:12 am
wow! awesome! that’s a lot of comments!
mostly i got a giggle out of the fact that you could read the phrase, “I can’t love him any more” two different ways.
#4 by cb on November 26, 2008 - 4:38 pm
“you’re a chihuahua miha!!”
I bet that movie rocked!!!