A letter to the New Orleans Saints before today’s big game


Dear Saints,

Today, I am attending a party in your honor. I will be watching the game, cheering you on with a great group of friends. I am ordering a party tray of food. And, in addition to the rest of the city, I will actually be wearing clothing inspired by your team.

We all know this stuff doesn’t happen every day with me. And I take a lot of ribbing about my spazzy (What? Well, then it should be a word! Are we all still using ‘explevatory?’) knowledge of football and whatever it is you guys are doing out there. The entire city is really counting on you. My sweet, moon-hanging son is counting on you. Ellen DeGeneres is counting on you. And, damn it, I am counting on you.

So, please don’t let me down.

Plain and simple. Not while I’m sitting there wearing a Saints jersey and everything. People in these parts were already pretty let down by the performance of another home favorite earlier this week. And they could really use something to lift them out of that funk. And me? Well, I could use seeing that unbridled glee I remember seeing on my son’s face two years ago. Not to mention on the faces of everyone else I know. Including mine.

You guys have what it takes to go all the way again. And every point you score, every yard you gain, every pass you complete and just about every move you make gets us all one step closer to that big game on Sunday. Just think. You could get a trip to Indianapolis and score yourselves another nice, new piece of jewelry for your collection. Yes, I said collection. ‘Cause I’m hoping there’s lots more to follow.

You’ve done so much for my hometown, at a time when we needed it most. No matter what happens, thanks for that. Of course, I’d rather be thanking you late on February 5. That rush was incredible two years ago, wasn’t it? So, allow me to give you a little pre-game advice.

Please listen today whenever the coach is talking to you. Have a good breakfast and make sure to empty your bladders before you head out on the field. Keep your cleats laced up tightly at all times and don’t fidget with your uniforms. If you don’t know where to go or you get lost today, ask someone for help. And always remember to have fun.

What? I never said I was Knute Rockne. I’m a mom … with a heart very much in the right place. Which I think for most of the city means in our throats right about now.

See you on the other side of today’s game, guys. When that heart of mine is bursting with pride back in my chest where it belongs.

Michele

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And the winner is ….


Okay, for those who are following, here’s how it went down.

As of 5pm today, the tagline with the most votes was “Refreshingly honest or disturbingly candid? You be the judge.”

I wrote it. I liked it. But I felt like it lacked a little levity.  So, I began re-reading the comments following that post. (All of which are SO VERY APPRECIATED, by the way.) And I saw one comment that suggested simply using the second half of my Twitter description. Then, I saw another commenter seconding that idea and even quoting the passage.

“Funny, poignant and completely candid. Come on over. I just made paella.”

Eureka!

It sounded a lot like the winner of the contest plus it had a little something extra on the end. And, well, YOU might not think it’s funny. But I do.

And so, with that, I give you my new tagline, soon to be listed next to my blog name, on TheBloggess.com.

I’m pumped. Thanks to everyone for playing along. And a special shout out to According to Mags and HonestMom for helping me make this obvious realization.  Two funny ladies.  You should read their stuff … but only after you’re finished mine. 🙂

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You just never know what you’re going to find on the shelves of your own drugstore


First of all, please let me say … Holy Crap, you people have a lot of ideas! I feel great pressure in trying to be clever and pithy (I love that word but it always makes me sound like I have a lisp) around you now that I know how funny YOU are! And I want to thank you for your many, many, many tagline ideas … shared here as as well as on the ODNT Facebook and Twitter pages. I’m so flattered by all the entries and still haven’t quite decided where I’m going to land. Honestly, I’ll probably just grab one of them and toss it to Jenny at TheBloggess.com in the middle of the night. We all need to move on, right?

And speaking of … I was at Walgreen’s recently in search of the best scar prevention aid. Thanks to my selfish and uncooperative lung lining, I now have four incisions … three small and one medium … that I am looking to conceal with some sort of magical elixir that I don’t expect to work. And while I was searching for said snake oil, I came across something pretty bizarre right there in the aisles of my NOT RURAL local drugstore.

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Vermont’s Original Bag Balm

It was clearly a skin product, as it was sitting there enjoying the good company of its shelf mates Nivea, Eucerin and even Gold Bond. And although it clearly lists the Dairy Association right there on the front of the tin, I cluelessly picked it up … mistaking its unique packaging for some high-end product that could solve the world’s skin problems.

Until I began reading the other sides of the tin.

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“BAG BALM contains lanolin and stays on to provide moisturizing and softening.”

  • Well, your grammar is poor and you really need a noun in there but so far, so good. Tell me more, mysterious green tin.

“For pets, apply BAG BALM liberally to the affected area.”

  • What? Well, that’s weird. Milo wouldn’t want me anywhere near him with this stuff.

“For use on cows, thoroughly wash treated teats and udder with separate towels before each milking.”

  • What the … Oh, my God. What is this stuff? (Resisting urge to hurl at floor, but mesmerized by words on tin)

“To avoid contamination after each milking, bathe the udder with plenty of hot water, strip milk out and dry skin.”

  • Wait. I get it. I’m on Candid Camera right now, huh?

“Apply BAG BALM freely and massage gently with this proven ointment twice daily.”

  • Not a chance.

“This product contains no alcohol.”

  • Yes, but this person would contain it if she was ever crazy enough to try using it.

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Its description says it’s for “chapped conditions and superficial abrasions.” It then goes on to say that “after each milking” you (and by that I mean YOU and most certainly not me) must “apply thoroughly and allow coating to remain on surface.” And there’s caution against using it on “deep puncture wounds.”

Yeah, not to worry, BAG BALM. You lost me at thoroughly washing the “treated teats.”

BAG BALM – Moisturizing People, Pets and Cattle since 1899

The 10-ounce tin is only $8.99. And seriously … that’s a steal.

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Help! ODNT needs a tagline!


Since I created this little project back in August 2011, I have made a real effort to seek and read the work of the many, talented bloggers out there writing about everything from making Susan Spicer’s Pork Chops with Satsuma Marmalade to fulfilling An Adventure – The First Naked Bar Dance.  I have “met” so many interesting people that sometimes I forget that if I bumped into these people at the grocery and tried to strike up a conversation with them that I might wind up being hit by the business end of a honeydew melon (does a honeydew even have a “business end?”) while they escape the maniacally-friendly, crazy lady.

Anyway, in my travels, I’ve become well acquainted with lots of very impressive writers including the two above as well as blogger extraordinaire, Jenny Lawson, and her website entitled TheBloggess.com.  If you haven’t visited her already, treat yourself and head over there now.  (Did I just send you to someone ELSE’S blog??? I am so bad at this game.)  In addition to being profoundly funny and insightful, Jenny is one of the most popular bloggers in the business which is why I’ve decided to advertise ODNT alongside a handful of others right there on her website.  Being adjacent to greatness is almost as good as actually achieving it, right?

But here’s my problem.

I need a tagline. If you look at the other blogs listed on her site, you’ll see all of their names followed by a short description, mantra, song lyric, shoe size, favorite snack, etc.  It’s whatever the writer wants to use to represent him or herself in that listing.  So, I lost a lot of sleep last night, waking up every so often to jot something down in the notes app of my phone, trying to come up with ideas.  I pestered my husband, my mother and four of my good friends … one of whom spent the whole afternoon brainstorming with me.  (Thanks, Ashley.  Also, your cheese presentation was as delicious as it was pretty.)

We probably came up with nearly 50 ideas, some of which were so very bad that I question whether I should even be granted permission to write something like a grocery list.  And we culled it down to seven and are putting it to a vote. Here and now. Let me know what you think.  The blog listing will read “Old Dog, New Tits” and then the tagline. It’s sort of like someone reading their business card as in ‘Dr. Will Slaughter, CardioThoracic Surgeon.’ (Yeah, I was a big Simpsons fan back in the day.)

Anyway, here are your candidates.  Please vote.  I need to turn this stuff in!

Hate ’em all?  Well, aren’t you persnickety? … No! Wait! I’m kidding. Please don’t run off.  Have a better idea?  Please list it below in the comments section.  Have I mentioned before that I LOVE COMMENTS?

Thanks, guys, for helping me decide.  I’ll post my final decision very soon.  And maybe share a few of the earlier rejected clunkers for laughs … if you want to hear them.  But you can’t like them better!!

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Here’s the email I sent to Kids-In-Mind about We Bought A Zoo


This email is the one referenced in the post entitled First TV, now the movies – what’s left to watch with my girl?

TO: comments@kids-in-mind.com
I just wanted to take a moment to write to tell you how much I appreciate your Kids-in-Mind app on my iPhone. I’ve used it AND recommended it countless times to family and friends as an invaluable tool in determining a movie’s appropriateness for children. Your meticulously detailed description of anything ‘questionable’ (including such benign examples as ‘a man and a woman hug’ or ‘name calling – pathetic, idiot, hobos’) allows me to take complete comfort in the fact that there will be no surprises or unexpected issues waiting for me to explain to my kids during or after the movie.

Until today.

You missed a big one in the scene about midway through the movie where the Father (Damon) is arguing with his 14-year-old son just outside the younger sister’s bedroom. To paraphrase, the father is telling his son he needs to pull it together since his mother’s death and stop being so dark all the time. And he says something like, “Your seven-year-old sister still believes in the Easter Bunny, for Pete’s sake!”

Hello? I did not see that one coming. And, just in case my daughter didn’t pick up on it the first time, the little girl in the movie then exits her bedroom and says, “What about the Easter Bunny?”

Trust me when I say these kinds of surprises upset parents even more than a bad word. Please take note of my strong suggestion to include a warning for this and all movies that, for whatever reason, risk giving a little too much away to young viewers. This information has NO business being included in any PG or below movie.

In the end, I think I did a nice job of damage control with my daughter and we enjoyed the movie (despite its mixed reviews). Again, I truly value and will continue to count on and recommend your site for sound and complete information. In return, I would greatly appreciate a response to my email.

Thanks for your time,

Michele …..

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First TV, now the movies – what’s left to watch with my girl?


I took my girl to see We Bought a Zoo this weekend. It was a very spontaneous decision … to occupy the female half of my family while the male half was taking in some football. And I selected that particular movie in an effort to see something marginally grown-up for me (meaning it wasn’t a cartoon) but also kid-friendly for her (meaning PG and featuring lots of animals, her favorite). And it fit the bill well as mom-and-daughter middle ground.

The movie is based on the true story of a man whose wife dies at a young age leaving him alone to raise his two children (older boy, younger girl). And I’m just saying here that I am really glad that I didn’t see this movie two months ago. I’m not so sure I could’ve handled it as well as I can now with my life-changing “Get Out of Jail Free” (aka – the Tumor is Benign) card in my wallet.

Seriously, there should be a card.

Also seriously, if I should ever croak prematurely, Dave would never buy a freakin’ zoo. So, there are no other parallels here.

And, despite hearing mixed reviews about the movie, I’m here to say it was just fine for the two of us. We both enjoyed it but, with my child in attendance, I would have preferred a little less colorful language here and there. Sadly though, my biggest bone of contention was a line in the movie that contained no profanity at all. Attention movie makers – When you rate a movie PG, you can’t include the following line of dialogue (and I’m paraphrasing here):

Father to his 14-year-old son: “You’ve got to pull yourself together and stop being so dark and miserable all the time. Your seven-year-old sister still believes in the Easter Bunny, for Pete’s Sake!”

(Sound of needle scratching abruptly across record – click to hear it)

What?!!? Come on, man. The damned movie’s rated PG! … So, you know what? I wrote another letter. Maybe I’ve found a new calling. Here’s hoping this one gets more play than the last one to AMC.

Oh, but I’m just getting warmed up.

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Let’s take a minute to talk about my boy


I’ve been reminded a few times that I haven’t written nearly as much about my boy as I have about my girl. Yes, I have two kids. Two. Great. Kids. And I’m blessed that I get the opportunity to experience being a mom to a daughter as well as to a son. My girl is easy to write about. She is and has always been a character. She’s a wear-one-side-of-her-hair-in-a-pigtail-and-the-other-in-a-braid kind of girl. All while sporting a red cape. At the grocery store. On roller skates. Honestly, this stuff writes itself. Except when she actually submits it to me personally for the blog. Easy.

My son is different. Maybe it’s because he’s a boy. Maybe it’s because he’s 12. Maybe it’s because he’s a lot like his mom when she was his age. If everyone around him is wearing a red shirt with yellow stripes then that is so what he’s going to have on, too. He doesn’t want to draw attention or make a spectacle of himself. Unless, of course, it’s because he just scored the winning goal on his basketball team. I think he’d be perfectly comfortable with that.

He’s a truly amazing kid, and always has been. He could name the first fifteen presidents by (full) name in order when he was four. He has such an incredible memory that he can accurately and completely recount incidents from as far back as age two. (I am so screwed.) And that memory now translates to being able to rattle off the name, number, position, college, hometown, favorite snack, high school locker combination, etc. of every professional football and basketball player out there. With a special emphasis on the Saints and the Hornets, of course.

But beneath that we-should-have-put-him-on-Leno-as-a-kid quality memory (not to mention his killer performance in school) beats what I’ve always called his “heart of gold.” We even have an ornament on the Christmas tree illustrating this special trait. I offered a first glimpse of this endearing kid in an earlier post during Breast Cancer Awareness month.

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My boy & his heart of gold

He’s a first child which, whether I want to admit it as a fellow oldest or not, means that sometimes you kind of think the world revolves around you. However close you are to your next sibling, there was a time in your life when you didn’t have to share anything and you, as they say, hung the moon. Actually, if you’re lucky, you still do with your parents. (Right, Mom?) And even when your sibling(s) comes along, you still get to be the first to do everything. You set the bar, however high or low, for all of those that come after you. I’d like to think I blazed a trail that was sometimes gravy, sometimes a straight uphill climb for my younger brother.

But back to my wonderful son …

I woke up today feeling like complete garbage. It was nothing really. I just have a bad cold that robbed me of a lot of sleep last night and, as of this morning, most of my voice. I’ll live. No need to send flowers or anything. But my boy was worried.

My husband was out of town this morning. And … before you make any plans to rob my house … he’s already returned so put away your lock-picking tools. (Geez! What kind of people do I think are reading this blog???) And, as the (little) man of the house, he took one look at me and said he wanted to help. He told me to go to my room and get dressed and said that he would handle breakfast. He made toast, poured drinks and took care of everything for himself as well as for his younger sister. He made sure she didn’t complain about the school lunch menu (which I very stupidly have posted on the refrigerator). I even heard him hustling her along to get to her toothbrushing, etc. as she was, I would imagine, moving at her usually slackened, early morning pace.

And the most astonishing part of it all was that it worked. He was in charge. She was listening. Nobody was yelling. It was, aside from the thick-headed effects of my seasonal maladies, a very smooth morning.

Like I said, my boy has a heart of gold. He, like so many of us, can be known to get caught up in himself … and big game days, his Xbox or whatever … when all systems are normal. But when the chips are down, he’s the man.

And, you know, I’m really kind of proud of that.

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Hello … AMC? Is anybody home? Please pick up.


I just realized it will be a week tomorrow since I first contacted AMC about the fact that … thanks to a deplorably-placed commercial spot that aired during The Polar Express the day after Christmas … my girl now knows all about Trojan’s latest personal product for women.  (Remember, everyone, if she asks … it’s a BACK MASSAGER!)  Unfortunately for AMC, they have disappointed me thus far by ignoring my email. So today, I sent the following second effort (see below) to the same customer service email address as well as an additional one I found for their adverting department.  And I further contacted them via Twitter to request information about where this type of correspondence should be directed.  Please feel free to copy and paste my letter into your own email and send it to AMC.  (If I hear back from them via my Twitter inquiry, I will share that email address asap.) And here’s hoping my first email, my second email or any of your emails will get us a response.

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I sent the email below (click here to view) to AMC on December 31.  I have received no response and can only assume that it wasn’t routed correctly within your organization.  In fairness, I wanted to inform you that I write a blog about a variety of topics and this letter was the subject of my post on 12/31.  So, I’m not only waiting to hear from you but I’m also waiting to post your reply as there are others besides myself who are curious to learn how this little error could have happened.

Thanks for your time. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Michele … blah, blah, blah

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A Year-End Report on ODNT – even though we just launched in late August


As ODNT is still very young, I’m continuing to learn the ins and out of this WordPress software that houses our little blog, which recently turned four months old. My kids were neither sleeping through the night nor eating solid foods (perhaps those two were related?) at that point so I’m still calling this stage the infancy of this blog.

Anyway, while we haven’t quite lifted our big, bulbous baby heads off the floor yet or started babbling (yeah, actually, I’ve done my share of that, haven’t I?), we have hit a lot of nice little milestones around here. And I thought I’d share some of the more interesting findings I came across in the end of the year report provided to me by WordPress about our new baby, ODNT.

Since its inception on 8/22/11 – we have gotten more than 18, 350 hits. No, I have no idea how that compares to anything …. but it sure sounds good to me!

The busiest day of the year for viewership was December 2, right after my surgery was completed. (Sniff. Thanks, Y’all.)

The most viewed posts of the year were Shall We Play a Game?, Prologue, How about Another Game – Let’s Play Boobs Around the World, The Pathology Report is In and Boobs + Mean Girl Barbies + Naked Mole Rats = Versatile Blogger.

The most commented on post of the year was Shall We Play a Game? Across the board, we heard from people hailing from 6 of the 7 continents. I’m excusing Antarctica as I imagine it’s very difficult to type with frostbitten appendages. But, to everyone else, I’m asking you to make it a resolution to SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ME IN 2012! There’s nothing I like better than seeing a new comment on one of my postings. Okay, well maybe my kids … or cheese … or a masseuse who genuinely understands the meaning of ‘deep tissue’ massage … but you get the point.

I want to thank most sincerely the biggest referrers to ODNT:

The ten most popular searches for this blog (and I am omitting the endless results using the words “tits,” “boobs” or “breasts” in them – Sheesh!) are listed below:

(1) Norma StitzTechnically, this one is boob-related … but the search didn’t include any of the above words. Because people know this woman … by name! Plus, I got like a ka-billion hits thanks to her famous attributes so I thought she earned the title spot here.

(2) Don’t you think that’s some information I would like to know? – If you haven’t seen this AT&T commercial, turn on your damned TV, you high-browed hippies. My family and I think it’s funny enough that we weave into almost as many conversations as Seinfeld references. And I managed to work it into two blog posts so when you google it, I’m second up.

(3) 50/50, the movie – I wrote a simple little movie review for this film when I caught it with my friend, Kelley, a while back. Sure bought me a lot of traffic. Good movie, too, if you don’t mind a little Seth Rogen playing Seth Rogen.

(4) Royal Bitch/Sweet Bitch/Sassy Bitch wine – I guess you just can’t beat a wine label with a bitch-slapping, bad ass name. Wait, that could be the label on my bottle ….

(5) Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time/BAND-AIDWhat can I say? A child of the 80s writes the post she’s been wanting to write for decades. And, apparently, the world still loves the old song as much as she does.

(6) On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me funny sayings Gosh, I hope my post lived up to their ‘funny’ expectations.

(7) The Ultimate Wedding DressHoly crap! How disappointed do you think these brides-to-be were when they saw my sweet girl’s real-cherry-pits-sewn-into-the-ruffle design. Or wait! Maybe I should have attached a sizing chart and order form!

(8) Humor family comment or blog Yay! My name came up. But … oh, God … the pressure! And it was probably one of those days that I wrote a “very special episode of ODNT.” Sigh.

(9) How to get hair dye out of pillowcasesDouble crap! My post only talks about creating the stain. There’s no assistance offered in removing it. I’m picturing some pretty pissed off redheads right about now.

(10) The Mass on my LungWell, here’s one of the few places where my musings might have actually helped someone. Here’s hoping they did.

And one more … to grow on …

Wrinkly, small penisYou had to see this one coming, right? Can you imagine the reactions of these googlers when they were … mistakenly … introduced to my little friend, the naked mole rat? I still can’t believe ‘naked mole rat’ wasn’t among the search terms. I need to get those little weasels on the map!

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Please send my Mother of the Year award to the following address …


Today was the last day of Christmas break with my kids.  Yes, I know that kind of statement is usually followed by exclamation points … and arena-quality cannon bursts of confetti.  But, believe it or not, I’m writing it with a little sadness in my heart. I love my little rats, both of whom are getting far too old for my comfort level.  And I kind of like having them around, even when they squabble like chickens and can’t go for more than two minutes without reporting the other’s misdeeds to me.

So today … on this last day before their “torture” resumes tomorrow … I planned a little outing for us where we could do a few of the things we wanted to do before the break was through. Among them was seeing a movie, which I let them pick. “Anything PG,” I said naively.

Did I just get home from the hospital with the formula samples? Have I not been doing this for more than a decade? What was I thinking?

What I meant to say was “What do you want to see … the Muppet Movie or Arthur Christmas?”  I figured they’ve both gotten great reviews and one offers a little nostalgia from my generation while the other offers a nice ending point for our holiday season.  Either way, I’d be happy.  … So, why in the HELL did I stupidly say, “Anything PG?” … Why?

The next thing I know, we were all in the car headed to the movie theater to see … Alvin & The Chipmunks – Chipwrecked. To those of you who haven’t been following over the years, this film is the third installment of the modern Chipmunks movies.  And … in case you were wondering … No! I do not expect a trilogy of prequels to be released twenty years later featuring the ancestors of the current characters.

Just to get you up to speed, when I looked up our three movie choices for the day on my ‘Flixter’ (Rotten Tomatoes) app, I found the following critics’ approval ratings:

Muppets – 96%

Arthur Christmas – 92%

Alvin & the Chipmunks – 13%

Okay, we’re all on the same page. We now return to our regularly scheduled post.

One of the best parts of today’s movie experience was getting to hear one of my favorite songs (Light & Day,’ Polyphonic Spree) being used in an upcoming kids’ movie entitled Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax. I can offer no endorsement for that movie here though.  I got so caught up in the song that I more or less ignored the actual trailer. And, after a series of other trailers came and went, our feature film began.  I could see that my kids were very excited about it … so I decided to sit back, shut up, enjoy my silo of Diet Coke and ingest a little junk, both in food and theatrical form, with my little people.

The movie started, as always Chipmunkian cinema does, with the harmonious little rodents performing their version of another artist’s song.  (Seriously, have they ever sung anything original outside of their beloved Christmas Song?) In this case, it was Vacation (first popularized by the Go-Gos in the 80s).  And I immediately thought to myself … I wonder what kind of royalties are paid to the original artist(s) when your song gets Chipmunk’d.  Also, is it a good thing or a bad thing … meaning are you honored to be counted among the elite artists mimicked in these high-pitched cover versions?  Maybe it’s like when your song gets Weird Al Yankovic’d.  That’s got to be good, right?  So far, none of my songs have been Yankovic’d, which I think would be just … awesome.

Anyway, I settled into the movie … happy to be entertained by two actors I’ve always liked, Jason Lee and David Cross.  I’ve seen them both in numerous roles but Lee’s ‘Earl Hickey’ and Cross’ ‘Tobias Funke’ are probably my favorites.  (When Dave reads this post, he will argue that Cross’ ‘Slow Donnie’ is better.  And, while he does make a good point, the body of Tobias’s work is just so much more impressive to me.) I have no idea why two such talented actors would literally ‘Chipwreck’ themselves into these movies, the most recent of which offering cheap references to Castaway, the honey badger and the Dos Equis ‘Most Interesting Man in the World’ ad campaign.  (Yeah, you guessed it.  They replaced ‘man’ with ‘monk.’ And it was hiLARious!)

But I hate to say too much more. It would pain me to think that I ruined the plot for anyone.  And that’s not what today was really about anyway.  The important thing is that my kids liked it.  A lot. And when they asked if I liked it when the movie was over, I said what every other mother worth her salt would say, “Um, it was better than I thought.” When they asked about my favorite part, I quickly came up with “Uh … the zipline part, because it reminded me of our summer vacation.” When they asked who was my favorite chipmunk, I said, “I guess Theodore, ’cause he’s the cute, little fat baby with the Puss ‘n’ Boots eyes.”

And when they continued poking at it with a stick and asked if they could get the movie on DVD when it was released, I said, “What? Are you freakin’ kidding me? That stupid chipmunk movie?!!? Please! It wasn’t that good.  We don’t need to own every damned movie we ever see on DVD! My … GOD!”

Alright, fine. I’m lying.  But wouldn’t that have been funnier my real response? “Um … sure.  I guess.  We’ll see.”

Like I said, I love those little rats.  And I sure am going to miss them tomorrow.  Whether you believe me or not.

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