It is nearly midnight and in an attack of “I don't want to go to bed! I think I'll watch a scary movie!”, I noted to Jeff that I might watch “Skeleton Key”. Not that I really want to but it's the only thing Comcast has that's remotely scary without being too kitschy. Apparently this didn't sit well with him and he announced after a sigh of disgust that he would go to Blockbuster and find me something else.
I hope he gets there in time. I listened to him trying to start his car for a good few minutes before he finally left. I know the true secret of why he went to Blockbuster. He just wants to get “Lord of War” (which I refuse point blank to watch). I wonder what he'll get me. I suggested “The Fog” because I laughed myself silly when I read the premise for it. This also made him sigh in disgust but I think it'll be funny and scary rather then “Skeleton's Key” plain scariness.
So he's out there somewhere- on Randall Road, I hope. I asked him if he needed directions but this only emitted Further disgust from him when he yelled out “No!” and hopped.
And yeah, I know I'm pretty lucky to have such a nice husband that goes out near midnight just to bring home a movie or two. Because I know he'd do it even if my back wasn't out.
Well, here's crossed fingers that he gets there in time.