So now I suddenly have nothing to do. Except all the housework I have been putting off.
Last night we went to see Hoodwinked. It was awful. I don't think I've seen a movie that bad in a very long time. And to make it even worse, there was a couple a few rows back that were talking loudly to each other during it. I turned around once and glared at them. Then I turned around and shushed them. Then I turned around and said "Please!" Then Cory and I both turned around and yelled "Could you PLEASE stop talking?" Cory glared at them until the guy half-acknowledged that he heard us, and then we didn't hear them talking the rest of the time. How difficult is it for an adult to not talk loudly during a movie? I just don't get it. I also don't get how everybody else seemed fine with it, or at least OK enough to not say anything. Maybe it was because we were the only ones in front of them and nobody could hear as well as we could. I don't know.
So next orders of business: print Taryn's invitations, and start thinking about page layouts for my grandpa's stories that have been languishing in my documents folder for months.