Once again, I stupidly decided to watch the in-flight movie while I have pregnancy hormones surging through my body. Last night, the people around me on the flight had the privilege of hearing me sob while watching "Hotel for Dogs."
We get off the flight and I tell Dave, "I can't believe how much I was sobbing at that movie."
He says, "Yeah, I was wondering why you were crying so much. It really wasn't that sad."
"Some of those were tears of joy, damn it."
Anyway, the movie was surprisingly good.
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