We got back home about 3 Sunday afternoon. The drive back was fine and included a quick stop for McDonald's and gasoline. Not together; that would be yucky. We four split a bottle of sparkling red wine, and the in-laws shuffled out to Asheville. Your Sis and I, bedraggled as can be, hit the grocery store and got Starbucks. A pub dinner followed, and she decreed she wanted to watch a DVD. She picked Glaidator, which she had never seen.
It was the subject of a simmering argument with my comic gang. They hailed it, and I shrugged it off as a popcorn movie. It remains so. The script is crap. Great actors and director. Joaquin Phoenix stole that movie outright. Poopy story. And it seems to borrow heavily from a major storyline in the WWF from the late '90s. Just sayin'.
Your Sis is staying home from work today with continued exhaustion, and I have a sore throat. The babies may have infected us ...
Picture of the Day
But, as we all know, it's better to look good than to feel good.