Ahhh Friday nights. They have great potential for mischief making, but the fact we get up at 4:30 AM on Friday mornings makes it really hard for us to want to do anything but glue our butts to the couch in the evening.
Of course the kids still seem to think they are entitled to entertainment no matter how few hours of sleep their parental units have had.
Little bastards. They refuse to sleep in on weekends too.
I decided that a movie would be the best way to keep them sitting and quiet so me and hubs could doze on the couch and took them to the Movie Gallery to pick a movie. I wanted to rent a Christmassy one, but Blue Boy took one look at the south wall and shouted "MOM! IT'S RAT-A-TOOTIE!! THERE'S STILL SOME LEFT! WE HAVE TO GET IT!"
So we did.
I didn’t want to like Ratatoulle. I mean come on? A movie about rats in a restaurant? How disgusting can you get?? The only thing I know about rats is that they live in my freezer and wait for their turn in the microwave.
WTF were the writers thinking when they thought up rats in a kitchen anyway? How to give parents nightmares? Maybe it started out as a mouser training video for cats.Or maybe the writers were high. I bet that's it. The writers were on drugs.
'N drugs are bad, mmmk?
As it turns out, like all movies written whilst under the influence of mind alternating drugs, Ratatoulle was freaking hilarious.
Wonder if it would be funnier if a person watched it while high. Someone look into that and get back to me, mmmk?