Diminishing Returns
To return the favor to the in-laws for watching Claire while the rest of us were on vacation, Chris agreed to watch Precious, their dog, for the past four days.
The original plan was for Chris to drive to grandma’s on Thursday with the kids. Halfway through dog sitting, I was to bring the girls home while Chris finished her duties.
During my temporary bachelorhood days, I invited a few friends to see movies that I wouldn’t normally have an opportunity to see. Non G-rated ones! Thursday night a couple of friends saw Cinderella Man and Mr. & Mrs. Smith with me.
I called Chris to coordinate the kid switch, but when the kids found out they were to be picked up by me, they all pouted. And they were at grandma’s house without grandma or their toys. (The sound you hear in the background is that of my ego being crushed.)
So the women in my life are spending another couple of days house/dog/cat sitting.
So I spent another day of bachelorhood seeing Wedding Crashers and The 40-year-old Virgin. Not surprisingly, I couldn’t convince my friends to see those movies.
Side note: When you go to a wine tasting, you start with the sweetest wines and work your way to the dry ones. This is because if you went the other way around (with wines getting sweeter and sweeter) your palette would revolt because the latter wines would seem, in comparison, as bad as hard candy. Better to go with delayed gratification.
Each movie I saw this weekend ended up more sophomoric than the previous. It appears I watched these four movies in the exact wrong order.