Its always a good time to have movie night at the crib. We have the snacks, the drinks, the film, and the big screen. Its too late for the phone to ring. If it does, either somebody died or her family is calling. Either way, we will just look at the number and let the phone ring. We are officially in texting hours. One of my favorite things to have is real movie theater popcorn. I love that delicious buttery unhealthiness. I can feel my veins clogging up, but its good. Everything in moderation, right? We can't ever find the remote to the dvd player, so we can to go back and forth and fight for whose gonna walk back to hit play after the previews are complete. Next thing that happens is she leaves her pomogranate juice in the fridge and guess who is supposed to go volunteer to go get it. Well, forget that. I just had to get up start the movie. I know she's the one who lost the remote. I don't even watch that many movies. Now something has to happen in the movie that sparks this comment. "Ha ha, you do stuff like that." Now its on. The fight has begun. Its gonna be quiet for a while, but that comment is always taken so personal. Its hard to continue enjoying the movie. Thats why movie night is always a flop because people can't shut up and enjoy the movie. I guess we'll try and watch it another day.