I'll watch Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, any number of science fiction flicks, and even mysteries, but I really really hate scary movies.
So I watched SIGNS.
Did I say I hate scary movies? Yes, I did. And I watched it with Christy, who has never seen a scary movie that she didn't giggle through. What was I thinking? It scared me. And now I'm going to have scary dreams. It's Christy's fault. She knows I don't like scary movies and SHE LET ME WATCH IT.
Daughters don't let their mothers watch scary movies. What was she thinking?
Tomorrow, when I am no longer traumatized, I'll reflect on how meaningful the story is (I saw that cross he removed from the wall, and how even though the cross was physically gone the mark remained--I pay attention). In the meantime, I'm going to pout because it's after 11 pm and I'm not going to go to bed. Ever.