Bet you can’t tell what this is.
So last night Steph says "hey, want to go to the movies?" We haven’t been to one in a while and I said sure, it sounds like fun.
So we drive out to the theater and as I’m walking in I notice that I forgot my wallet (this is extremely rare for me) and I mention to steph that I don’t have it on me so she’d know that I couldn’t buy popcorn or anything. That’s when she let me know that she hadn’t brought hers either. Intentionally. She didn’t think she’d need it.
"But you’re supposed to be taking me to the movies."
"Well, I brought a little money."
Luckily I had enough change in the car to make up the difference.
Anyway, the movie was a suspense film called "The Perfect Getaway." I generally don’t like Hollywood mysteries because I tend to figure them out too early and get really bored. Steph apparently got this one pretty early in too, which means she got to experience a little bit of what it’s like to be me when watching a movie. Lots of being hit over the head with the plot hammer.
We should have seen GI Joe.