Yesterday we had anticipated spending the afternoon/evening babysitting my cousin’s kids, but as it turned out, we didn’t have to (as much as we loving having 4 children running amok at our house). This is one of those little joys, like finding a bag of Doritos that still has chips in it, or finding some money in the pocket of your jeans that you didn’t know was there. Joy!
I should have been more sympathetic about it (we weren’t watching them because one of them was vomiting) but I’m still moving beyond my sociopathic tendencies and just didn’t have it in me.
Anyway, the husband and I spent the afternoon sitting on the deck, chatting about wedding plans, while the boys played with their foam swords in the front yard with the only nice neighborhood kid. We had a nutritious dinner of White Castles (note: skip the french onion, bacon, cheese… only the plain sliders will do) and then settled in for a movie.
We watched Casino Royale, rated PG-13, with the boys. Both they and we enjoyed it immensely. There was one kissing scene where the Bond girl was starting to kiss a little too far down, but it was momentary and ended without the boys being traumatized by it too badly. Besides that, it was filled with action, but nothing too gory. I loved watching the young Bond become the Bond we know and love.
Whenever I watch movies like this, it makes me want to train to be a super-spy (or superhero in the case of Batman Begins). If Bond can do it, why can’t I?
So, tonight, another small joy… I went to pick up the boys and was told they were spending the night. My dear hubby is at work, so I am confronted with an evening of freedom. I’m never entirely sure what to do with this time once it is surprisingly presented, so we’ll see what happens.
Link of the day: Foreign Language Podcasts
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