Last Saturday we took Andrew to see the Lion King. We didn't do the whole 3-D thing. I'm not a big fan of 3-D. It always gives me a headache.
As soon as the movie started Patrick looked at me and said, "This is the old Lion King. Did you know that?" "Yeah, hon, don't know which previews you've been watching, but I was aware." My husband doesn't pay any attention to details.
That day happened to be cloudy and a little rainy here and there. We didn't get much at our house, but about the time the movie started a little storm rolled through the town we were in. Anyway, this was a brand new theater and for some reason, the thunder set of the fire alarms (which we didn't know at the time). So we evacuated, in the rain nonetheless. While we were evacuating, one lady asked, "Is this for real?" I wanted to turn around and say, "Why don't you stay and find out?" I didn't. In general, I try to keep my sarcastic comments to myself.
They let us right back in, but it took a while to restart the movie. Apparently, everything is connected through their fancy schmancy computer system, and the computer was convinced there was a fire. So these two women behind us were there with their 16 kids. At least it seemed like 16, it could've been like six, but they were awful. After we waited for awhile, and their kids wreaked havoc in the theater, they got all gripey and were like "This is ridiculous. We're going to get passes and leave. I can't believe they aren't fixing it faster." And I was like, "Hallelujah, thank the good Lord that they're leaving". But as soon as they went to walk out the movie came back on. Lucky us. So their obnoxious kids spent the majority of the movie kicking our seats and running up and down the aisles. Patrick told them to stop a couple of times, and I even used my "teacher look" on them. But it didn't work. And did the moms say a word? Nope, not a single stinkin' word. Thankfully, Andrew was blissfully oblivious to anything except the movie. He loved it.
Yesterday, we took Andrew to see Thomas the Train. He didn't know where we were going and was really excited when he saw Thomas. I'm glad we took him this year. He still plays with his trains, but is starting to grow out of his intense interest in Thomas. Anyway, he got to ride a real train for the first time, and he absolutely loved it. The night before Patrick told him we had a surprise. Andrew was trying to guess what it was. His first guess was a new toy. We told him "no". His second guess was a train ride (which we found funny), and we just said, "Hmmm, you'll have to see." Obviously, he didn't catch on because he went for a third guess. He guessed (and I quote) "a new kind of cereal." Wow, if only we had known it would take so little to make him happy.
After we were done with Thomas, we decided to do a few things while we were out and about. So we headed to Round Rock to Ikea. Now, it's no secret that I'm not really fond of Ikea. In general, I don't think most of their stuff is very well made. Sorry if that offends you. Anyway, I've had my eye on one thing, this butcher block island they have. It would fit perfectly in our kitchen, and is 100% wood.
So we trudged 857 miles through the madness that is Ikea. We found the island and dutifully wrote the numbers down on the piece of paper. Then we continued on through the maze, stopping once to look at the stuffed rats they had for sale. Nothing says, "I love you" like a stuffed rat. On top of everything else, people act like complete morons in there. I mean is it really necessary to run over women and small children in order to get what you want? Apparently, the answer is yes because when we got to the end of the line, and went to find the island that I wanted, the only thing I've ever wanted from Ikea, by the way, it wasn't there. So the guy goes to look for it, and oh yeah, looks like they didn't have any "out". But they would be putting more out that night if we wanted to "return tomorrow". Ikea dude didn't seem to care that we live over an hour away, they weren't putting anymore out until that night and that was all there was too it. So now my dislike for Ikea has grown by leaps and bounds. I'm not sure if it's grown enough for me to forget about the island altogether. I'm pretty crushed over not getting it. I'll be okay once I pass through all the stages of grief . . . maybe or maybe not.
Or maybe my husband will surprise me and drive up there and bring it home and assemble it. I doubt it, but a girl can dream right?
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