After three episodes of Law and Order SVU tonight, I needed something a little less serious. Especially when the victim's name in episode three was Shane. So, I went through netflix and somehow decided that I was ready to handle Dear John. I don't think I could have watched that damn movie any other week but this one...the week Shane comes home!
The flick was everything I thought it would be. Nauseatingly mushy, hot dude in uniform, the whole falling in love with a soldier and doing the long distance thing. It wasn't awesome, it was just close to home.
The difference is my happily ever after is in real life. And I'm not bug-eyed like that weirdo actress. And Shane is more handsome and has way better hair than John. (Shane hardly has any, John has a dork comb-over) In short, we are the real-life, better-looking, less cheesy version of the movie.
Again, I've said it before. I'm not modest. In fact, I feel entitled to be conceited when it comes to my marriage.
Anyway, Dear John made me break a month of not crying. I'm a little mad about it. I didn't cry because of John and Savannah's crap though, I cried out of happiness that Shane is done missions and will soon be on his way home to me.
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