I would've written this last night, but I didn't come home last night. For the record, I don't generally go home with people when they buy me dinner. But in my defense, nobody would open the door at my house.
Lacey and I caught The Vow last night. (Oh please! I would never go home with a man. That would entail me attracting someone.) I didn't like it. Yes, it was a good movie. Yes, Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams are great actors. Blah blah blah.
Spoiler alert: She never gets her memory back. It works out in the end, but...
They told the wrong part of the story. It ends...well, anyway. It is a good movie, but I'll never watch it again.
While Oprah book club people may like it, I didn't. I hate stories like that. I don't like hearing sad stuff where there's nothing I can do about it. That's wasted heartache.
Lacey, I think, was of the same opinion. I could only say, "That was so messed up!"