The other night Juno was on and I can't say for sure, but I kind of feel like it is maybe my favorite movie right now! I'm sorry Zoolander; I'm sorry Mystery, Alaska, but I think Juno has you beat!
SPOILER ALERT!! Seriously, this is a great movie and you should watch it, so for this one time only, you can not read every word of Ad Bits.
Do I laugh my hiney off at the opening scene between Rainn Wilson's character and Juno when she finds out her "eggo is preggo" and then buys a licorice rope? Yes, I do. Do I sob at the end when Bleeker crawls into the hospital bed with Juno? I do. I weep. Does it make me want to barf when I think about my girls being in high school? Um, big fat YES. I swear if they every join a band* and request a hamburger phone, I'm sending them to boarding school.
This commercial is super funny. I would be totally cool with my 'rents moving in because the more adult supervision, the less likely I'm a grandma at 40**.
*Just kidding! I would love for my girls to be in a band. Like a light rock or classical one, for instance. Just kidding again; I fully embrace all music, but if they turn out to be singers (which would be a huge shock) they sure as fajibbities better have clean as a whistle lyrics.
**If you are a 40 year old grandma, no offense at all. It's just that given my age, and the ages of my kids it would mean a painfully young pregnancy. I understand that is not always the case with 40 year old grandparents.
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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