Such a delightful Sunday

God, I feel so marvelously relaxed. I agreed to take the baby for most of yesterday so he could go snowboarding since we got a foot of snow, and in return he agreed to give me most of today to myself.

I slept in until 11:00, when Wiley brought me coffee. I stayed in bed until noon-ish reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, then took a long luxurious 45 minute long shower, doing everything I never have time to do... shaving, exfoliating, pumiceing, the works. It makes me feel all pampered and clean, and I love it.

Widget just went down for her nap, so now I have an hour or two to myself some more before she gets up, then I cook dinner for everyone, and then I get to go see The Pianist with my lorac at my favoritest theatre in Hingham.

Best of all, since I slept through breakfast, I can use those points for popcorn tonight, and still bank points against last Thursday's day of doom.

Well, not quite as planned.

Lorac called at 4:30 to cancel on me for tonight. Some silly lie about stabbing stomach pains (I know you weren't really lying. I hope you're feeling better!)

After I got over my cranky for that, I debated what to do with my evening. I couldn't think of anyone to call to go instead, especially since I didn't have the time, schedule-wise, to drive into town. After my initial "I hate going to the movies alone" reaction, I stopped to think if I ever had gone to the movies alone, and if I had, I couldn't think of when or what I saw. Since I really wanted to see this before it disappeared, I decided I didn't have anything to lose by going by myself.

Cooked dinner, finished my laundry (it's even all put away and everything. amazing), smooched Widget good night and headed out. And except for the annoying loud couple behind me, I had a lovely time, although next time, I must remember to bring a book for the before movie lag time. The movie (The Pianist, for those who are just joining us) was beautiful and violent and haunting. I'm very glad I got to see it. And I got to discover that I hated only the idea of going to the movies alone, and that I rather liked it.

And a note on going to the movies: If you are so clueless as to need to ask what's going on every 15 minutes, need every plot point reiterated to you, or need every character re-identified when they come on screen, please, for the love of god, do the rest of us a favor, and sit a bit away from the crowd? Thank you. I swear, the woman sitting behind me was as bad as your average four year old.