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Howard Hughes Invented a Bra For Me

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.