Because my lovely husband agreed to stay home with the squids so that I could enjoy last night's CD Release Party, I was able to drink a l'il' bit and stay out far too late for a dignified woman of my age to be out. Afterparties are lovely adventures. This morning I slept in until 10:30, which is unheard of when you've got a million children. I spent the afternoon shopping recreationally, purchasing myself a remarkable new hoodie, proudly wearing the hoodie, and reading a bunch of books. I've done nothing of merit. It's awesome. 
Tonight, I embark on the pinnacle weekend experience: Movie Night. Thing 2 wanted to have a "scary movie night" because she saw a "scary movie party" on some Nickelodeon show. I was dead set against it, partly because I'm over-protective and partly because I absolutely cannot deal with violent movies, even campy corny ones. I have issues with death. And injuries. And meanness. They freak me out. I'd much rather live in my alternate reality, where white tigers skip with fluffy bunnies that poop rainbows as it snows gumdrops on flowery fields. I'm often forced to choose between naivete and nightmares, and when it comes to completely optional experiences like a movie choice, I'll choose naivete anyday. Scary things don't happen on my TV screen.
The lovely husband convinced me to budge a bit, though, when he suggested that the older squids would be able to handle Gremlins. I think he's right, and it's a lovely compromise. The girls get their scare on, and I get something cute. We all win.
And if I get scared, at least I've got a new hoodie to snuggle in.
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You are funny. I also changed your name due to your request=)
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