It's Either Cherry Red or Midnight Blue

I've come to the conclusion that working in an establishment that allows me free hours on a computer has resulted in way too much bloggage. Oh well.

So, LITTLE MANHATTAN, eh?(The Mac version of blogger won't let me underline. Straaange.) Watched it last night. And what a precious little movie i'twas. I'm a sucker for sixth grade romances. Too bad I never fell in love when I was ten and three quarters.

The journey to renting LITTLE MANHATTAN last night, however, was not quite as rewarding as the process of watching it turned out to be. Heather and I decided to switch it up and rent from the new Movie Gallery in Murphy's Square last night instead of the usual Video Gallery on West Street. Yah. When we tried to check it in, the sales lady told us we weren't old enough to open a membership account. Geez. Like, seriously. Heather is turning eighteen next Friday. Why didn't we just say she was eighteen?

So we once again went to Video Gallery, where they gladly allowed us to rent twwooo movies, and even threw in a free popcorn. Yee-haw. And I suppose I never would have been able to witness the lovely declaration from Heather about what she'll be able to do in ten days:

. No. I'm not publishing that. But the day you do, Heather, is the day I disown you. I love you. :)


P.S. Oh no. I just noticed that the next post I make will knock the Bonne Bay Trip post off of the previous posts list. Noooooooooooooooo.