
So, we went to the dinner-movie place in Colleyville, which helped sell the idea to the hubs, since he could have a beer during this suredly sappy movie.
Anywho, to make a long and rambling story short, I must have been doing such a poor job at muffling my tears, sniffles and...okay....I admit....sobs, that one of the theater waiter folks brought me a huge bag of popcorn rights towards the end of the show (not at the beginning, when I'd have time to enjoy it, literally like 5 minutes before the show ended), for no reason at all. Well, let me rephrase that, for no reason at all, to me. Jordan seems to think it was for a very good reason, so that I might munch on the popcorn and perhaps silence my sobs. I choose to think she just felt sorry for me.
Either way, I was a wreck, a blubbering goofball. BUT, I must mention that I am due a certain monthly visitor (did I just type that) anyday now, and feel most certain that attributed to my weepy emotional experience.
Did anyone else out there get as choked up over this dear, dear movie? I mean, I know I am a dog lover, but geez, this was nuts!!! A great flick, but perhaps one better to be viewed in the privacy of one's own home :).
The cabin Reg found for them at the Goldeneye Winery