I plugged in the DVD player the other day and hit play for the first time in a long time. On the screen popped up the opening credits to Frozen, the Disney Movie. I was so tired I let it play. I did not secretly enjoy the show, nor did I go to the kitchen and pop popcorn, clearly that would be juvenile. I did not sing along under my breath. I did not emotionally high five everyone that told the brunette that knowing somebody for 6 minutes was not long enough to plan a life together. Clearly, that would have meant I was paying attention or becoming emotionally invested in the plot, and I am far to mature to do that. Clearly.
I had a pot luck lucky dip for a movie the other night.