Last night I managed to watch my first movie for the fifty/fifty challenge. I haven’t watched a lot of movies recently. There’s something about having small children that reduces your entertainment options to those that are strictly G-rated.
Oh, sure, I’d make it to the theater now and then, or watch a DVD when the house was, by some miracle, empty. But mostly? If I couldn’t watch it with the kids, I didn’t watch it.
Fast forward a few years. As far as entertainment goes, things are a bit more laid back. We can have family movie night where the movie appeals to all of us. We each have our own genres we like and the ability to watch on our own.
What better time than now to attempt the movie portion of the fifty/fifty challenge?
So I took out the headphones and the portable DVD player and got all set to watch Gosford Park. Things were going well. I was cozy; the movie was good. Then I noticed Kyra, changing into all black. She smoothed out her hair and added a headband, because, and I quote:
“Spy Girl is always fashionable.”
She spent the evening creeping from one side of our living area to the other, where I was sitting. (Our living area is one big open space. I’d call it a “great room” but that sound pretentious.) Every time movement caught the corner of my eye, I’d glance up.
Spy Girl would curse her bad luck at being spotted and start all over again.
Did I mention that this went on for at least two thirds of the entire movie? (The first third was spent in Spy Girl preparation.)
Is it any wonder I haven’t really watched a (non-rated G or PG) movie at home for the last fifteen years?
Spy Girl is always fashionable. She is also distracting.
2 responses to “Blame Spy Girl”
Spy Girl is so entertaining, who needs movies?