Oh boy, Bad! Bad! Bad! idea, watching this movie while I was missing BJ, because I've been a blubbering mess for the last half hour. A sobbing, blubbering mess. Yeah, that's why I call myself RisibleGirl. Heh..

Maybe I'm a sap, but I really loved this movie. I read the book about a year ago and remember that it made me tear up while riding the train. I hate it when that happens, but a book has to be pretty powerful to make me do that in public. I should have guessed that I'd be a mess watching the movie. I won't spoil the ending for those that haven't watched it, but trust me... if you're in a relationship with someone you love you'll hug them a little tighter after watching the movie. Since a large part of my readership (at least the commenters) are guys, if you want to score big points with the wife (sorry FTS, you'll have to get a wife first...), WATCH THE MOVIE TOGETHER.

The movie got me thinking about the fact that sometimes I really regret the fact that we met later in life, although sometimes I'm glad. Glad, because I think our life experiences make us realize how lucky we are that we're together. I'm not sure that I'd of appreciated our relationship as much as I do if I didn't have a couple (OK, four!) decades of life experiences under my belt. We've both been in relationships with people that weren't right for us, so it makes it really easy to see how great we have it now. On the other hand, I feel that I don't have nearly enough time left to be with hubby and it makes me want to take better care of myself, and makes me want BJ to take better care of himself. Even if we live to be eighty it won't be enough time as far as I'm concerned.

Sheesh... now I'm waxing philosophical. I guess I'd better go have some chocolate or something.

He's home tomorrow morning..... sigh....