Television is the devil. Know how I know? I just spent my entire Thursday consumed with LOST. CONSUMED! Do you understand? Sitting in front of my television, suspended for three hours, pushing my children away from me with my feet, zoning out from my husband for THREE. HOURS!
This is a problem. An oh-so-satisfying, GAWD that was good… problem.

BFam and I caught up on movies over the weekend. Before heading to the drive-in (yes, they still exist), we watched what has now become my favorite comedic movie this summer. In offering you this sample, which is really just for those who’ve seen the movie because you won’t get it otherwise, I am entertaining myself by giving myself a resource to reference whenever I need a chuckle. Because, sometimes, searching the internet just won’t do:

Out of the encyclopedia of ways you can meet your maker, falling has long been on my top three list of fears. I’ve had very few dreams of falling from buildings, even fewer of falling as the result of a plane crash. Staying true to the old wives tale, I’ve always awakened before hitting the pavement which is why, I assume, I’m still here to speak on it.
I’m fascinated with death. I don’t know why, but it peaks my curiosity. It’s the only force of nature you can’t come back …

Before BFam and I were reacquainted in friendship and, ultimately, a relationship, I was friends with his family. This is weird because you normally hear of the arrangement happening the other way around. And, honestly, who befriends their suitor’s family? Granted, once this same family realized I was dating their son, I was given a less than warm and fuzzy reception. Invitations to dinner were replaced with shrunken heads and voodoo dolls at my doorstep. OK, not really, but it’s all they could do to keep from ripping the flesh …