I had high hopes for this entry. For the first time, I peeked at some other submissions for *inspiration*. Tim's description [Comes from having lots of kids] immediately caught my eye and I read his post. I was laughing because it sounded just like my house. Nothing but kid fare.
Not tonight: for once, things would be different. My husband and I were going to have a movie night. While Mike made enchiladas, I headed to Wal-Mart to pick up an adult film... No, not porn! I am talking anything rated over PG. I picked up a copy of Open Range and headed for the checkout.
I was a little surprised when the cashier asked for my ID.
"I'm sorry," she explained, "But we have to card for rated R movies. You have to be at least 17."
Luckily, I had my ID with me. Seriously though, I may look young for my age  but I definitely don't look like a teenager. Still, it reaffirmed my goal of watching a grown up movie!
With the kids in bed, we settled down to watch the film and I was really starting to enjoy myself. I like a good western and this one seemed to have all the requisite elements. Just as Kevin Costner's character pulled a little dog out of the flooded street, things started to get fuzzy.
Some time later, I heard a plaintive cry against the backdrop of the movie. My thought process:
1: I am sleeping.
2: I am sleeping.
3: Why do they have a crying baby in this movie? Don't they know I can hear that anytime??
4: Doesn't matter, I am sleeping.
5: They are cowboys on the open range. There are no babies.
6: *light bulb* That is MY baby!
I opened my eyes and saw Mike snoring away on the other couch. I rescued Echo from his crib and snuggled up with him in bed. So much for movie night!