War

Last weekend, Brandon rented "Bride Wars" for me. He is so sweet- but I do think that it is funny that when he picks up a chick flick for me, it is usually the MOST estrogen-laden/crazy woman logic movie available. And then he rolls his eyes all the way through it.

But this movie deserved it. If you haven't seen Bride Wars, don't bother. Save your money. Save your time. Save your marriage. It was so bad, that I dreamed I was fighting with my husband while I slept that night.

It was so bad that even Lifetime won't be airing it- they passed it off to the The Victims Network (AKA Oxygen.)

Anyways, the Adventurer asks the next day, "Mommy, how was your movie?"

"Ugg. It was AWFUL!" I reply.

He pauses to think. "Mommy, is Bride Wars like Star Wars, only with girls?"

I start laughing uncontrollably. "Ya, pretty much, but worse. In fact, I'd rather watch Star Wars 100 times instead of watching Bride Wars once. And I don't even like Star Wars!" (At all. I REALLY don't like Star Wars. I wont say "hate" because I HATE Bride Wars. And my distaste for Star Wars isn't remotely in the same category...)

He replies, "Ohhhhh. I see. That's why it was so bad!"

Insightful for a 5-year old. Maybe he'll be a judge yet.

(P.S., he clarified that he thought Obama is the Judge of the United States. When I told him no, that he was the president, he replied, "Oh. I want to be the Judge of the United States. The Entertainer can be president still." And then the Captain piped up and said that he still wants to be a police man, but that he won't give me any tickets for driving to fast in school zones. Sweet kids, I tell ya!)