Under the Weather This Evening

Nothing says “I really wanna recover from a cold before Friday’s campout” like cinnamon toast crunch and a good movie. So I picked an old classic that was actually the very first movie my mother ever took me to see in the theatre. The movie poster was pinned to my wall by my bed til I was like…7 or 13 or so.

You Guessed It.

 

So I thought this would be kind of a feel-good movie after a rough day, but I’m gonna be honest with you– I was kinda wrong. It’s 12:30 am and I gotta tell ya I’m left feeling a little disconcerted and rather shocked at the fact that Mom was completely fine with taking a three-year-old to this acid trip of a movie. (There’s this part when Charlie dreams he went to hell instead, and this satan-dog comes out and aaaw…I’m pretty sure he’ll haunt my dreams tonight). Stephen King has nothing on Don Bluth films and that’s all I have to say about that.

So here’s to hoping I feel better tomorrow.

PS: Say a prayer for my roommate. Her grandma died today.