No dead dogs

I am still on the mend from my cold. The low grade temp which I have been running off and on for the last 2 days has finally seemed to break this evening but I still have a little cough and a super headache.

I have spent the majority of the day veggying and watching what I like to call "bad" movies. I would term any movie which would be considered chick flick, made for tv or which the word dude is used as a "bad" movie. I am a movie snob. I freely admit this but my secret is that I love the "bad" movie as much as I love the "good" movie (which would include all of Cary Grant's movies, Frank Capra and things that make you think). I love the movies that let you turn off and believe that good guys always win when attacked by large robotic aliens, happy endings happen all the time and baseball games are romantic ;)

These last 2 days being homesick, I watched some funny little lifetime movies about a fashion writer who solves mysteries on the side while wearing 4in heels and vintage couture. Very cute with titles like "Killer Hair" and "Hostile Makeover." I had some good chuckles.

So tonight I was trying to convince my mom to watch this movie about a dog with me. She will not watch anything that has to do with Vietnam, that severed body parts might fly across the screen or where dogs die. She absoletly refused even though I promised that the dog didn't die in this movie but rather the human. She didn't believe me and told me to go ahead and I could tell her all about it.

(My mom is still traumatized from watching "Marley & me" shortly after our dog of 17 years died. She hasn't yet forgiven me for that movie choice even though I did warn her the dog died in that one.)

So I set down to watch "Hachi: a dog's tale." It was cute and sweet. My dog flexed several ears at the puppy on the screen who barked and Jack was ready to chase the yellow squeeky ball even when the dog on screen wouldn't.

I hate to admit this but my mom was right. Please don't tell. The stupid dog dies at the end making this stupid person watching it cry like a baby (including snotty nose) which makes my head hurt more. I think I am going to have to listen to my mom and become more subjective in my bad movie choices.

Movie rule #1: no dead dogs.