Realizing I’ve been getting behind in the movie viewing again, so I’m happy to say that the schedule has allowed for some excursions into those dark rooms with a bunch of strangers and the aroma of popcorn. Little thing about me: I’m satisfied inhaling that salty, buttery popcorn scent but don’t order it myself, as popcorn = thirsty and thirsty = drink and drink = pee and pee = missing part of the movie. Also, as I’m getting older, I need to watch the salt intake. But it’s all good. And I digress.
Last night, I went with my pal Lizzie Violet to see Tim Burton’s Frankenweenie. This was something I was really looking forward to – not just because I’d be going to see it with a great friend, but because it was amazing that we were able to find a day we could both go. I’m usually…
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