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A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

July 10, 2013

The corniest dawg I ever saw

So, I got to pick the movie last night.

One of the perks of John working late shift is that most nights can be a movie night. In summer anyhow. He gets home and we can start a movie at 9. No big. The boys watch something together almost every night. Notice, I said boys. I almost never watch with them.

Last night, however, I had a movie I wanted to watch, and the boys deigned to join me. It was The Impossible, and it was about a family who were in Thailand when the 2004 tsunami hit.

Now, you ask yourself, could there possibly be anything of a sexual content in this movie? There wasn't. Not at all. I watched all the pre-wave scenes just to make sure. But I missed something, apparently. At one point, the mother is putting on a swim suit? dress? in a silhouette kind of angle. And apparently, you can kind of see the side of her boob. My husband was like "oh my goodness" and I just smacked him when he explained. I said "you're such a horn dog. Only you would notice that."

Moth pipes in, "why'd you call dad a corn dog?"

So now, the Dirt Bird has a new nick - corn dog. If he's being uptight (and oh, by the way, being the queen of uptight gives me the right to judge), I can say he's corn dog on a stick!

Meanwhile, at one point, the woman flashes her ENTIRE boob. Of course, her shirt - and her boob - are falling off (injuries from being swept through the tsunami). And somehow, through the gore, all the boys still snickered.

You wonder why I don't watch movies with them?

Of course, when they loaded a sick person (on a stretcher) onto an airplane at the end of the movie? I started laughing myself. I kept wondering where the nun was, and if someone was going to call someone else Shirley.

My boys take after me, after all.



Blogger John Rogers said...

I really doubt i said "Oh my goodness."

July 10, 2013 11:19 AM  
Blogger birdwoman said...

Did you really want me to tell all 5 of my readers that you leered and giggled like a fifth grader?

By the way, Moth is convinced that everyone spells twelfth wrong. there is no way, in his mothy world, that lfth can be all together.

July 10, 2013 11:33 AM  

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