So, I have been so excited to take my 13 year old to see Mall Cop because I am in love with those little scooters. Seriously, I thought that it would be beyond hysterical and it was fine but not so fabulous. This has reminded me that I must just be getting old. We decided to play suburbanites and have a quick dinner at Rubio’s. There were about a million of these little hoodlum girls and gentlemen there (at Rubio’s??) for their high school dance or whatever. I for sure know that I am old because these girls had the plunging necklines, backlines, short skirts, the whole situation. I was like you people look like tarts.
I hid the 13 year old behind the trash can so he couldn’t get a good look but I was mortified. My husband interestingly decided that he would spend some time at home with the two year old. What??????????? Translation: the NASCAR race was on. Unbelievable.
I am now going on another Thera-Flu bender and will continue to proof pink informational products for HowToBeAPartyGoddess.com (shameless plug, correct, I want sign ups and no hate mail, not in the mood.)
Can somebody please give me some good Hollywood dish or could Michael Jackson please dangle a baby, it’s getting too mellow over here.
Hasta la vista….
Ok.. My husband and kids dragged me to this movie. Hubby read two previews and all claimed it was so funny! I thought, uck..who needs this guy.. we see him everynight one reruns of King of Queens!.. So, husband and I just kept looking at one another and then putting our heads in our hands.. of course, the 11 yr old and 14 yr old loved it. He was good on that scooter thingy.