Tonight started with me spending time with the girls, as Amy was at a wedding she was helping her church with.  I thought “Wouldn’t it be nice for Amy to come home to a house cleaner than she left?”  Plus, I was getting a little annoyed with the clutter building up around everywhere with a sandel here, a sweater there, papers tossed casually in the corner, that sort of thing.  So I asked the girls to work together to clean each room as a team and sure enough — we finished cleaning with only about 45 minutes of cleaning and only one fight.  Funny how it is the oldest two that have the hardest time getting along with each other.

Well, the house felt better with everything cleaned, and the mood of the girls improved a lot.  They relaxed, Amy came home exhausted and slept, and I attempted to make dinner.  Tonight ended up being a fridge cleaning event and I made a kind of mismatched stir-fry.  With dinner finished and everyone happier and quietly enjoying a movie, Amy said I was taking her to a movie tonight.  OK, sure.  Which movie?  She didn’t appreciate my humor then.  I knew immediately which movie but wanted to make her work for it.  She pretended to be frustrated and called off the movie.

I asked again about the movie a little later, she said that the movie was off tonight.

I asked again and still no movie on the plans.

Then she asked if I was going to get ready.  I said “But you told me no going to the movies.”

“Gotta read learn to read between the lines.”

Shave.  Shower.  Brush teeth.  Brush hair.  Dress.  Rush rush rush.  Ready.

This is when she got up to get ready and we decide to take in the late showing at the ghetto theatre in the area.  The one that all the teenagers go to, and because they can’t control themselves the theatre has to station a cop to encourage them to stay in line.

Teenagers.  Young, brain damaged teenagers.  Rash, impatient, so full of knowledge they don’t possess and can’t wait to pretend like they know anyways, two of them many years ago took their own lives to prove to each other how much they knew about love.

And so there are many who write letters to Juliet begging her for help in their love, begging a teenager from another era who wasn’t always the best decision maker in terms of love.

While I can make fun of the premise, I cannot make fun of the movie.  It was fun and romantic and the best part of it was how my girl snuggled my arm like a teenager through the entire movie.

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