I'm old

Emmy is here visiting and I hope we haven't bored here to tears with our old fogeyness. She is heavily Benadryl'd because of cats and I'm hoping her zombie-like state means she hasn't noticed that she is bored to death. She has been petting cats and even let Ralph lay on her jeans, so maybe she's being won over to the Dark Side.

We attempted moviegoing last night, but Emmy has seen every movie so we saw Stomp the Yard. I am a sucker for all of those dance movies but I think I should stick to DVD rental and/or television because I spent two hours beside a very loud, overly energetic teenage girl who alternated between screeching and crying, "Oh, that's my baby!" whenever a certain young man came on screen. Thankfully she had a smarter friend next to her who kept telling her to shut up.

I am getting old and crotchety and teenagers in movies are wicked annoying.