I still remember the day my dad came home from Vietnam. These kill me every time. My ex-husband would come home, find me in a puddle on the couch and say, “you’ve been watching soldiers’ homecoming again, haven’t you?” I’d just nod.
I need a movie recommendation. Christmas Eve, we gather for dinner and a movie.
The movie has gotten more difficult. It cannot be: Romance (teenager goes blegh), no nudity (aunty TaMara can’t sit with kids in the room and nudity on screen), no Harry Potter. And finally, Christmas is touchy – can’t be sickly-sweet. I did get them to sit through Christmas Story, that’s about as Christmasy as we can get.
Last year was Diehard.
(I have no idea where anyone else is…I just finished gardening – it’s 60 degrees here).