Thursday, August 20, 2009

I totally do NOT cry at movies. Not that I have anything against people who do...I just don't.

But, I have to be honest. There are a few movies that I know I am going to cry before it even starts.

This is one of those: "Why?" You might ask. Is it the desperate need I have to fix Lane and Kelly's relationship? The fact that it is based on a true story (these are usually the movies you'll find me sniffing in)?
Or is it because he is pierced by a humongo bull horn?
NO. It is because I can't ride.
Seriously, wouldn't I make a great cow girl???
CowGirl Up.

(BTW, I did watch this two nights ago and sobbed my little heart out. Dan blames yesterday's terrible tantrum on the movie. He has mandated that I choose between forever swearing off silly cowboy movies that I cry at or being happy all the rest of our days. The choice is easy, don't you think?)

1 comment:

Irene said...

If I were to have a dream besides a certain hot vampire? It would be to marry a hot cowboy!!!! Except when the reality comes in where he would stink like cow manure and probably bring dirt and crap (literally) in the house, kindof kills the fantasy. That is why it's a fantasy I guess! ha ha