Why do I let myself go to chick flicks??? They are either uber stupid or cause me great grief when I get home. I will admit, 27 Dresses was much better than I anticipated. I even debated ditching the friends since I was sleepy after my first day back at work. But they are my friends. I suffer for them. Pity me. ;-) Anyway, where was I? Oh ya, the girly movie. There were the couple of places I really wanted to bust out weeping but didn't. There were places I had to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. Then I leave, get in my car, and I just about lose it. WTF? I'm such a girl sometimes!!! Is it hormones? Is it age? Some sort of strange combination? I used to never cry at movies. Ask my mother; she'll tell you all about how while growing up I could watch Miracle on 34th Street with a totally straight face. Not anymore. I've even found myself getting teary while watching Hallmark or long distance commercials. And don't even mention the coffee commercial where the son comes home to surprise his family. That kills me!
So now I'm home trying to undo all the estrogen damage while watching the Stars kick some Canuck bootie. Wish me luck.