So – little tidbit. I love the movie Annie. Yep, Annie…1982 musical Annie.
I can’t quite explain it – I am generally a action/adventure/comedy type of girl. And when I say comedy I mean I don’t mind comedy as long as things are blowing up between jokes. Seriously, the bigger the explosions and the more often said explosions occur the better. Throw in a girl with a gun and/or a knife and some nudity and I am in movie watching heaven.
So Annie is a little out of my norm. But long ago I wasn’t such a stone cold bitch and I happened, for reasons unknown, to get fixated on Annie when I was young and my love affair with that cute little redhead just never died. Now, I haven’t pulled out Annie in over 10 years. I had to make my husband watch it before we were married – call it a test of sorts – he clearly passed.
Ok – going ’round the bend for a minute – hold in here with me.
Some days I feel like crap for no particular reason – I blame it on my biorhythms just because I feel like I need an excuse to be grouchy. Today was one of those days and since my husband is – well – amazing, saintly even, he popped in my old friend Annie.
Within seconds of the movie starting there was singing and all 127 minutes of dialog came flooding back to me. Annie sang, I sang, it was a beautiful moment until my son stuck his head up and said “Please! Make it stop.”
I didn’t stop – in case you were wondering – ’cause I suck like that.
It wasn’t long before I crawled out of my funk – how can you stay grouchy when singing about the sun coming out and Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love ya, Tomorrow.
Funny thing – my son, who spent the first 30 minutes complaining, got sucked into movie watching happiness right along with me. And I forgot – totally forgot – from a child’s perspective at least how exciting the end is – the kidnapping, the chase, the climbing, the helicopter…
Aidan was jumping around and talking to the screen – you’re going the wrong way, what are you thinking, no he is NOT doing that…
It was freaking awesome.
So, here is to having someone in your life who knows exactly what you need and then loving you enough to give it to you and to sharing something you once loved as a child with a child of your own.