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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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11:29 p.m. - 2008-08-20
In other news…the dog likes me best. Wolf and Mick grumble about this a bit, they spend much more time with Princess than I do. Mick gives her the most treats too. Princess's affections will not be bought however. To her I am The One! The one she dances for. The one she greets with butt wriggles and doggy smiles. The guys have to call her at least a half dozen times before she'll come back from the far corners of the yard, but all I have to do is make a kissy noise and calmly say, "Princess, here." And POOF! She's at my feet in an instant. Princess will only 'sing' for me too. I start with this crooning sort of howl and Princess joins right in. Wolf tries, he sings and sings but Princess just gives him this lofty look that says, "Forget it, kid. I only sing for Mom." The other day Mick and I got home from some errands and I swear to you the dog levitated right off the ground, she was that happy to see me. Mick called her and she slunk over and grudgingly accepted a pat or two and then danced over to me again grinning and wagging. "Oh Mom! You're here! I missed you sooooo much! YAY! Mom's home! Whoo hoooo!" Mick looked at the dog going nuts at my feet and then at me. I shrugged and laughed, "It's good to be the Queen." Then I crouched down and let Princess kiss me all over my face and we did a little singing together while Mick made mock huffy faces and rolled his eyes. It's a cheap thrill, but I have to admit I like it that the dog loves me best. Since the summer session ended every day has felt like Sunday. I have to keep pushing my mind to accept it's a weekday. Today Mike took Wolf out kayaking. After taking advantage of having the house to ourselves Mick and I cleaned up and went off to a matinee. There was one guy on duty at the theater. We had to buy our tickets at the concession counter and he tore our stubs right there. As we walked the long hall down to theater #9 I muttered to Mick that I hoped the place wasn't going under, one guy working the whole place? Mick patted me and reminded me it was a Wednesday afternoon. Yeah, it's summer vacation but still- 3:30 on a Wednesday afternoon wasn't exactly movie-going prime time. Oh yeah. Duh. We saw Mama Mia and had the whole theater auditorium to ourselves. For once a movie wasn't spoiled for us by talkers and our maddening inexplicable seat magnetism. The theater we most often patronize is a very nice multi-plex with ginormous movie screens and large auditoriums. The smallest one we've seen still had over 300 seats, the larger ones must seat almost 1,000. Plenty of room to spread out, right? Wrong! No matter where Mick and I choose to sit that's where everybody else has to be. We usually get to the movie with time to spare so are usually the first ones to be seated. As it gets closer to showtime in come the magnets. People right in front of us, people directly behind us, people stepping over us to get into our row, meanwhile there's an ocean of empty seats in the rest of the auditorium. 400 empty seats and every loud chewer, gossiper, seat kicker and that guy with the obnoxious body odor has to be gathered around us in a clusterfuck of movie hell. It's not like we always choose the seats with the best view either. Just for shits and grins one time we sat waaaaaaay down in front and off to one side. Sure enough by the time the previews started we were completely surrounded and the good seats back behind us in the middle of the house were dead empty. Annoying as all get out and we cannot figure out what the deal is. Mick and I just aren't so lovable that hordes of strangers should want to snuggle with us at the show. Granted we usually smell pretty good, but come on! Movie theater pheromones? We've taken to sitting in decoy seats. We choose moderately okay seats and wait for the crowd to gather then right before the movie starts we get up and move to the seats we really wanted. This works okay, but inevitably some latecomers who decided a movie theater was a better choice for a long rambling conversation than a table at Starbucks would be come in to sit right behind us and swap life stories while Mick and I fume. If we move yet again the same damn thing happens. We are being stalked by members of the M.T./L.C./S.K. (Movie Talkers/Loud Chewers/Seat Kickers) Their motto: 'No movie is too good not to ruin!' Today, however, they must have had to be at work instead of the show. We had the place to ourselves and I got to bliss out on ABBA tunes and Pierce Brosnan's sexy, furry, bad singing self.
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