The Things We Do For Love
One of my girlfriends got forced out to see Apocalypto tonight. She really didn’t feel like going out to the movies at all–after a Snow Day, I’m thinking her preferred options were either bed or out for a couple of stiff drinks–and if she was going to see a movie, this one would not have been her first choice. Or her fifth choice, for that matter. But her husband really, really wanted to see this movie. So, she went. Because sometimes, being in a relationship means going to see a movie that you really, really don’t want to see.
Which is one of the reasons I love my solo life. I never have watch movies I don’t want to watch.
Well, not grownup ones anyway. Apparently being a solo mom does not exempt one from repeated viewings of that Mary Kate and Ashley holiday classic, To Grandmother’s House We Go.
See? The things we do for love.