Holy balls.  I need to make myself a blog alarm or something to keep me from forgetting to write.  Some days there’s just too much going on, and you know how easily distracted I am.  Like yesterday, yesterday was filled with all sorts of little distractions.  We woke up early to go to a brunch screening of COP OUT.  I do these things for my husband because I love him and want him to be happy.  And for his sake, I really wanted it to be better than it looked.  I really did.  Unfortunately…well, yeah.  Terrible.  The script was absolutely atrocious, the characters were flat, the plot was predictable.  The bad guys were stereotypical to a non-sensical degree.  (A Mexican gang boss doing bloody business in a Catholic church?  Gaaaaaah.)  Tracy Morgan is funny in that way that Tracy Morgan always is, but it seemed like the whole time there was someone sitting behind me (Kevin Smith maybe?) screaming OMG LOOK HOW FUNNY HE IS! LAUGH, DAMN YOU, HE’S FUNNY! IT’S A FUNNY MOVIE!  But it wasn’t, really.  I got a few chuckles.  A grin on occasion.  Oh, and did I mention it has the same soundtrack as every other crappy action/cop movie in the last 20 years????  “Hey, they’re latinos, let’s play some Cypress Hill in this scene!  And for the cops, how about Black Betty?  That’s edgy!”  The only thing missing was the Beverly Hills Cop song, and I think I would have just left at that point. 

But hey, the french toast was awesome.  That’s really all this movie was: an excuse to eat Alamo Drafthouse Creme Brulee French Toast.   

Luckily the day did improve, as my 7-day quest to find a store that carried my particular brand of moisturizer was ended thanks to the glory of Target (where I managed to get the last bottle, and the industrial size at that).  Finished up a few knitting projects, started a few more, working my way through that.  And after everything, dinner at Johnny T’s.  Have you still not been there?  And you call yourself a Texan? (Well, maybe you don’t.  And that’s okay, I guess.)  You’re missing out, friends.  Last night I ventured outside of my comfortable pork and sausage zone and had some smoked chicken.  DELISH.  Even the white meat was moist and flavorful, not dry and bland.  Another wonderful meal.  And in our quest for dessert, we ended up going out for fondue, which was also a good choice and a nice quiet way to end the evening. 

So overall, the day gets an 8 despite its rocky beginnings. 

Today is relatively unexciting, as Sundays should be on occasion.  My list of duties includes laundry and a few home-cooked meals.  But first, coffee.  Don’t work too hard kiddos.