The Movie That Made Me Weep

I know I have said it a lot, but I really do have an amazing husband. Not only did he bring me a Starbucks frap yesterday at work because I was literally about to make my keyboard my new favorite pillow, but he cooked dinner last night - grilled chicken, green beans, and fresh corn on the cob - one of my favorite meals! AND he told me that he rented a movie and bought a pint of Half Baked for us to share. Heaven!

The movie was Marley & Me, one that I had wanted to see on the big screen, but never did. Luckily. We all cuddled up on the couch with Jake, obviously sensing that his presence was needed sitting in either Chad's or my lap the entire movie. All 90 pounds of love.

Okay, I read the book several years ago following the death of my beloved mutt, Boo, who had been with me since I was 6, and yes, I cried buckets. John Grogan is an excellent writer and anything about dogs or animals is enough to send me over the edge. I should have known that seeing it in live action color was not the best idea. This is coming from someone who flinches during THAT scene in Bambi, sobbed over Where the Red Fern Grows, can't watch The Fox & The Hound, and thinks that Old Yeller should be outlawed. I should have known that Marley would unleash all kinds of emotional crazy.

Yup. I sobbed. Loudly. The kind of sobbing that is usually reserved for something major in REAL life. There were times when you couldn't even hear the movie I was crying so hard. Poor Chad (who cried too, I would like to add) probably thought I needed an extra Cymbalta or something. And Jake kept stretching his head back at weird angles to make sure I was okay. By the time the credits were rolling, I could hardly see because my eyes were so puffy and tears kept leaking out the sides of them.

I immediately picked up the phone and called my mom, who is even more emotional about animals (if you can imagine) and begged her not to see it under any circumstances. I knew that if she did, we would have to admit her into Marshall Pickens. For those of ya'll "not from around here", Marshall Pickens is the local loony bin. Not to be too politically incorrect about it.

It was a wonderful story that followed the book well and it served its purpose. To send semi-normal people into sobbing heaps. Needless to say that when Jake jumped into bed with us late last night, I snuggled up to him for a little while before yelling at him to get back in his own bed.

Just a side note - what the heck was going on with Jen Aniston's face in that movie? I am a Jen Aniston fan. I even call her "Jen" because we're BFF like that. I think she's hilarious, even if she needs to eat a Hardee's biscuit 'n gravy every morning for the rest of her life. I also think she's very pretty and has great hair. Even her hair looked jacked up in the movie, but her usually flawless face? It looked...wrong. You'd think with that kind of money, she'd be able to get a plastic surgeon who made her look like she hadn't had plastic surgery. That's the point people!

How this got from a sad movie about dogs to plastic surgery dos and don'ts, I'll never know. The point is, only see Marley & Me if you need to cry. Hard.