HP Spoiler Alert

Yeah yeah remember when I said I wasn't gonna see HP7#2.
Well my BFF Angela told me I was being stupid so she bought me
and Lee tickets and we saw it last night. This sums up our experience:

 It was a really good movie (when I ignore all the parts that didn't align with the books). 

I'm annoying when I'm being a book elitist, I know, Lee reminds me.

Parts I Cracked Up At:
1. Everytime there was a close up on somebody's face. Especially McGonnagal. They were beggin for kisses. And me and Angela delivered. Nahhhmean?
2. Harry is frantically running to find the last Horcrux and he booty bumps a Ravenclaw on the stairs! And it's incredibly awkward because he stops running (even though theres no one shuffling past him anymore) but she keeps running like she didn't even notice. I'm confused!
3. When Harry wriggled out of Hagrid's arms and dropped to the group in a big heap. Aren't you supposed to be like saving the world or something? At least land on your feet, sir.
4. Neville on the bridge, Hagrid in the forest, Ginny seeing Harry. <-- All LOL moments.

Parts That Were (for lack of a better word) Epic:
1. The Hogwart's statues coming to life. Looked soooo much lamer in my head! Way to go, David Yates!
2. Molly killing Bellatriz. Bad word! Kapow pa waaaaaaaaa!
3. Neville climbing back up the bridge. How'd you get so hot Neville??? Huhhh? I wish they'd included his grandma in the movie. She was a warrior in the books.

Parts I Cried At:
1. Oh wait... I didn't. In the middle of the "Death" scene Angela turned and said "Are you crying?" I said "No." Then she not-so-whispered "You cried when Dobby died and can't even shed a tear for Lupin Tonks or Fred???" Nope I can't. Dobby was a champion and deserving of my tears. I LOVE SPEW!
2. I did get a little glossy eyed during the Snape <3s Lilly scene. I love me some Snape. Always did!!!!!!!!

HOPE Y'ALL HAD A VERY POTTER WEEKEND!

Mr. M Feel Gooood

I adore this picture. J'adore. 

I'm gonna show it to our kids in a decade or two. 

They'll probably squeal and cover there eyes because they can see daddy's hairy chest and mommy's buttocks. I'll hush them and tell them all the 

oh so exciting edge of your seat stories 

about our gardening, sewing, table-building, intervarsity college days. 

I'll tell them all the bad stuff too though; so they don't think we're too perfect.

All the fighting, crying, breaking up for five minute stories.

They'll think their mama is crazy and their daddys a hero.

And I'm OK with that.

A Poem: I Disagree, Mr. Frost

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life
... It goes on." said Mr Frost as he took my hand helping me scale that snowy bank.
I disagree.
Like a galloping horse to a familiar farmhouse, life halts.

You came with a hammer and a nail promising
halls and yellow walls and a cabinet in which I'll hang my heart.
Oh lover, what was that hammer for? 
Tell me you were distracted (by my naive eyes
not your your lies, in the picture
you meant to hang) so you miss swung.
That you cut your hands
fighting through the cabinet's
falling glass,
flailing to catch my heart before it plummeted...
onto your hammer... repeatedly.

Mr. Frost, just as sure as we are stopped
in this woods pondering which road to take, life too stops surely.
He nodded his hopeful head and continued right.
I went left and for his sake, I pray our outcomes differ.