Our President's Day

Our weekend has been a quiet one. Well, except for our annual visit from Croup, which would of course mean that things have been anything but quiet. But you know what I mean. I checked movie listings this morning on a whim and searched for The Fantastic Mr. Fox, which I've been wanting to see for weeks but haven't found showing in any theaters. We hoped to see it over the Christmas break, but it was replaced at the one nearby theater where it had been showing by A Prairie Home Companion and that old Mr. Kiellor's awful vocalizations. What?

So I discovered this morning that we could finally catch the movie at the dollar theater. (Except the dollar theaters are no longer a dollar - when did that happen? And when did I get old enough to remember the good ol' days when there was such a thing as dollar theaters??) We hoped with just the right dosage of candy, we'd quell the coughs long enough to sit through a movie, and it worked beautifully. For the record, Bubs consumed about 12 pounds of sugar, but he hardly coughed at all. And he thought the foxes eating like...well... foxes was fantastically funny. I thought everything about The Fantastic Mr. Fox was fantastic.