Sunday, August 17, 2008

It Was a Good Weekend

I don't think that Mike knew he was writing his own death sentence when he told me that this weekend was my birthday weekend and we could do whatever I wanted and watch whatever I wanted.

Oops!

We made it through twenty minutes of Anchorman. I could sense that he was in physical pain even when he grimaced and said, "No honey, it's your birthday. It's not that bad."

(Note: I knew that he didn't like Will Ferrell, but I didn't realize how much. He's right, though -- you can only take "comedic" Ferrell for about seven minutes before you want to jump out of a window or strangle yourself with bedsheets [dramatic Ferrell, on the other hand - like in Stranger Than Fiction - is more than palatable. He's very good.])

And to be honest, I didn't think that it was nearly as funny as it was when I saw it in the theater with all of my friends from college.

So I turned it off.

We did watch a few episodes of 30 Rock, and thank goodness he enjoyed it. I could watch those episodes over and over, much like Arrested Development. I don't if I could handle his dislike of the Rock.

And it sure is a testament to how much someone likes you when he's willing to watch Sixteen Candles with you.

It's just... I don't know what I am going to have to watch on his birthday.

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