Okay, I was just writing an email to my friend, Amanda (pugmanda, woo!) and then I told her this story and I was pretty much thinking, um, this is so ridiculous I need to tell the world about what a crybaby I am.
So on Monday night Elf was on. You know, that movie with Will Ferrell.
So I wanted to watch it because I’d never seen it, but I heard it was pretty good. And you know what? IT WAS. But the ridiculous part is that I CRIED AT THE END OF THE MOVIE. I fucking CRIED watching Elf.
Okay, I am a crier. Like, I will cry while watching “A Baby Story” and “A Wedding Story”, or like if a fucking puppy is born, but while watching ELF?! Am I that sappy?!
Steve was just laughing at me and was like, “Aww, honey, that’s so sweet, you cry at like puppies and kittens and babies being born….” and then BLAM! I start crying again and I’m like LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SPECIAL!!!! WAAAAAAAAH!
Now, who wants to watch Finding Neverland with me? I guarantee you’ll be able to catch a ferry ride OFF OF MY RIVER OF TEARS.