Because of the "mishap" that occurred with my hair this past Friday.
Yes, RD, I'm still ranting about it. My cats' ears actually folded backward from listening to me rage and whine all weekend. Well, it wasn't just that, I also had a dinner "mishap" that's still working its way out of my body. I think it was the potatoes or the vegetables that backed up on me. I couldn't get out of the bathroom for all of Saturday.
In an act of extreme courage, I chugged Pepto like it was going out of style and decided to partake of my lovely witchy wizards at Hogwarts. This one, and the first one are the best movies, hands down. I dug Aragog and the spiders (you know me with spiders) but that was about all. Lucius Malfoy makes no appearance in this one, and the Quidditch game is cut short, but it's got all the other goodies. Luckily, I didn't have to get up once (thank you Pepto!), but my stomach growled menacingly throughout most of the film.
Most of Saturday was spent rolling in and out of bed to the bathroom and back in extreme nausea and pain, but I did watch that little gem of a werewolf film "American Werewolf in London." I absolutely forgot about how macabre the humor is, and it still holds up. Rick Baker's transformation scene, other than The Howling, is still one of the best ever put onscreen.
I have also explained to Dexter that his little orange buddy, Garfield, has only gotten one star, and that would be very insulting to the feline community. He was sad when I told him, but we did manage to catch a preview of Catwoman, and I think he's got his eye on Halle Berry. We've agreed he will write a review of that movie instead, and we will watch Garfield together (with buttered popcorn--his favorite) on cable. That way, if it truly stinks as bad as they said, we can laugh about it.
Ugh...I think my stomach just started in again.
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