One of the things that makes me such a magnificent wife is that I never make my husband watch chick movies; and yet I am usually willing to watch guy movies.
Never mind that this is because I am an almost complete failure as a chick (the last time I wore high heels, I was processing up the aisle. By the time I was recessing back down, I was barefoot again. I also think cosmopolitans are disgusting -- I'm sorry, am I a hummingbird? -- and consider Toenail to be the best color for toenails) -- and never mind that, when I'm busy in the evening, my husband pulls out the real guy movies, which start off with exploding zombies and tanks that shoot blood, and then take an abrupt plunge...READ MORE