I have an illness and lack commitment

So, this evening my nearest mommy-friend asked if I wanted to join her in seeing Brokeback Mountain after we got our respective children to bed. (Thank goodness for 9:30 shows!)

At first, I thought, "But... I need to seam my sweater! I was going to be all super-cool and have one of the kids wear it to Breakfast Club Sunday morning!" And then Caz wisely intervened and pointed out, "You have all of tomorrow. How often do you get out these days? Go. See. The. Movie."

So I did.

Never mind the four blocked and ready pieces of sweater I've got sitting here, never mind the seaming I need to do, never mind that the closing ceremonies are TOMORROW and weren't-we-using-the-Olympics-as-an-opportunity-to-grow and how-is-waiting-until-the-very-last-minute-like-usual-represent-growth-of-any-kind-again? Never mind all that. There was Getting Out to do, and dammit I did it.

The movie was, as all the critics have said, marvellous and amazing. Heath Ledger did such a good job being all clench-jawed and taciturn I was powerfully reminded of my grandfather through the entire movie. Michelle Williams was... I used to watch her on Dawson's Creek, back in its early, non-sucking seasons, and I had no idea she had this in her. Really just... remarkable. You should all go see it if you haven't already.

Here's the funny thing - did you know there are sheep in that movie? There are! OODLES of them! And me, with this weird new illness I just realized I have contracted, got all doofy looking at all those sheep going, "Wow. Look at all that wool."

sigh. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. (What? That's not hip anymore? The kids think that's lame? As is 'lame'? Really? Oh. Well. Crap. The cool kids do still say "crap", right? Oh good.)