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.
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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.
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posted by birdwoman | 8:42 AM
2 Comments:
I really doubt i said "Oh my goodness."
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.
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