"I've totally changed you, since you've been with me," said Corb, as we entered the supermarket. "That's what I do with my men. I get them, and then I totally change them to my liking."
"That's bullshit," I replied. "I haven't changed one bit, since I've been with you."
He waited, then continued the conversation in the dairy aisle. "See?" he said, as I picked up a galloon of milk. "You just bought one percent. You never would buy one percent until I came came along."
I made a face. "You're right, Corb," I said, shaking my head. "You've got me. You've rocked me world. Before, I always used to buy two percent."
"Yep," he said, proudly. "I've changed you one percent."
Last night, we watched the movie Zodiac , and it had Corb freaked out from about five minutes into it. We lay in bed with all the lights out after the show was over, and he fell asleep with one arm over my chest and his legs over my legs. He was asleep after five minutes, and then I lay there, progressively growing more and more creeped out, seeing things in shadows that didn't exist.
A few days before that, I watched a silly piece of twaddle called The Messengers with the kids. It was supposed to be a horror move, but it was so over-the-top that the kids were roaring with laughter halfway through.
I am beginning to come to the conclusion that real-life events are ultimately far scarier than fiction could ever hope to be.
I haven't really been paying much attention to either the Republican or Democratic preidential race, for two reasons: I've pretty much made up my mind who I'm going to vote for, and also, it started way, way too early, this time around.
That being said, I find it hard to believe that, when asked whether any of his five sons enlisted in the military, Mitt Romney actually answered, that none of them did--however, "one of the ways my sons are showing support for our nation is helping me get elected because they think I'd be a great president."
What an idiotic, egotistical statement. That's like Monica Lewinski saying she single-handedly supported this country by blowing Bill Clinton during his hour of need. (warning: no, she actually didn't!)
When FDR was President of this country, and we were fighting a war that actually meant something, all four of his sons were officers, and were decorated, on merit, for bravery. Hmmm...just checking...do you see any of these government cats who actually support the Iraq war talking about the fact that they're proud that their children are serving?