Ridiculous Snow Reports and Movie Review: The Good Shepherd

Ahhh, we’re finally flu-free over here, which makes me very happy. I’m starting to feel moderately like things are slowing down-ish to a more manageable pace. Plus, Gymbucks redemption starts tomorrow, which is always a good excuse to shop. Actually, if you’re online late tonight, you’ll probably catch it then (try 9pm on the West coast and midnight on the East).

They’re talking snow here in our area again for this week, which means that every school-aged child in the whole city will wake up at 5:30 am to discover not snow but rather rain out their bedroom window and experience that sinking feeling that comes with the realization that instead of spending the day throwing snowballs at your sisters, you instead have to go to class like you do every other day. This happens about twice a winter or so in Portland. The occurence of actually getting snow is closer to .5 times per winter (you know, every other year…).

My son tells me every Christmas that he’s just sure that this year we’ll have a white Christmas. (I’ve lived here 31 years and can remember one white Christmas in all that time). Then when it doesn’t happen he gets all annoyed. It’s enough to make you want to move to Tennessee or somewhere. New Hampshire maybe! You know, wash your hands, your face, your hair in snow and all that stuff (doesn’t everyone watch White Christmas while wrapping presents?).

Handsome Hubby and I actually made it out on a date Saturday night. We had an excellent dinner at a little Italian restaurant, went to go find me some designer knock-off shoes at Target (I’m not paying $125 for shoes that will be out of fashion in a year or two! However, $25 I can handle.). Apparently designer knock-offs are only available in sizes that are two or more sizes larger than my feet. It was a short trip.

Following that, we went to a very dull movie called The Good Shepherd, which is basically two hours and forty minutes about why you should not join the CIA. You’d think that with all the intrigue surrounding that line of work, they could at least make a moderately intriguing film! Handsome Hubby, who usually is completely mute during a movie and insists that everyone around him do the same (namely, me), turned to me halfway through and asked if I had fallen asleep yet. After the movie we went to the grocery store. Because we know what romance is.

Hubby’s sister and her husband graciously watched the kids for us and somehow found it very perplexing that we went to the grocery store on our date. They have zero kids. We have five. Hey, when you need milk, you need milk! Try explaining to five tiny faces looking up at you why there is no milk for them to put on the bowls of cereal that they have proudly poured themselves. They also seemed further appalled upon discovering that our last date was in October. And we went went grocery shopping on our first date in three months. Okay, that’s kind of appalling even to me.

In any case, it was reeeeeeally nice to get out of the house for a few hours. I feel like a normal person again (almost) when we’re out. I hope it snows this week. Snow always makes me smile. Shoot, now I’m going to be looking out the window at 5:30 am.