
****SPOILER ALERT****
Oh, what a morning!
I finally saw The Notebook...you know, the movie where the husband is reading a story (that just happens to be the story of their romance) to his wife who has dementia? Oh...talk about a tear-jerker! My head is throbbing from all the crying I have done this morning. I cried throughout the movie, even in the happy moments. In fact, at the end when they died together in their sleep, I cried so hard I scared the cats. They actually jumped and ran from the room. No kidding. They are still hiding under my bed as I type.
The Notebook is not a movie to see when you are PMSing, ladies! This is not a movie to see when you are on your period....period!
I give this movie a 10 on the Sob-O-Meter.
Hormones are the strangest and most cruel things about nature if you think about it. Are they a punishment from God to women for picking that damned apple from the Tree of Life? Some people like to think so.
*Personally, I am beginning to believe that Adam just happened to ask Eve to go get him something to eat while she was on the rag, so she picked the forbidden fruit and said, "Here asshole, shove this down your gullet!"
Oh man! Hormones are a piece of work. Can't you tell?
*no sacriledge was intended here...author is just expressing her hormonal self with her God-given semi-talent.