I’m not much of a movie-goer.  I don’t like the cramped seats. I’d rather wait for whatever it is to come out on DVD and watch it in the comfort of my living room with my feet up and a warm blankie.  The only time I’ll go see a movie is if there’s something so incredibly good that I can’t wait.  That’s so rare, and sometimes, the critics get it wrong.  I recall wanting to see A Brilliant Mind when it came out, so I went with my friend Patrick, and I totally fell asleep.  I still can’t tell you how it ended!

On the other hand, sometimes I get roped into seeing something I’d never choose to watch and wind up saying, “WOW.  That was AWESOME!”  So it was this weekend when I got talked into seeing Iron Man.  I was like, “Iron Man?  Like the comic book?  Edward Norton Downey Jr. what?”  But within ten minutes, I knew it was gonna be good. So if you haven’t gone, go!

So what else happened on Saturday?  Well, I went to see my plastic surgeon in the morning to see what he could do about the horrible scar on my forehead.  He told me he couldn’t do anything for three months and to come back.  He didn’t charge me a co-pay to tell me that, unlike the first guy I saw who charged me $35 to tell me to put sunscreen and vitamin E on it, until I returned in 6 weeks.  He probably would have charged me again to tell me he couldn’t do anything for another two months.  I should have gone to Dr. Rosenblum the first time, right after the accident; after all, he did wonders for my fat a year ago.  Plus, he’s kinda cute and really funny.    So tell me this isn’t a total weird coincidence:  the same day I had the appointment with him and looked at his hand to see if there was a ring (there wasn’t), we were sitting at McCarthur Center Mall at the burger place waiting for the movie when I saw Doc in the doorway asking for a table for 5.  I couldn’t see his entire party, but I did see at least two younger-aged children.  So much for Mr. Cute and Funny.  Or maybe not:  Sandra, Mrs. “Bright-Side” said, “Maybe he was taking his sister and her children out for Mother’s Day the day before the holiday.”  Yeah.  I’m sure.

BTW, Happy Belated Mother’s Day, all you moms of two-legged, four-legged, and no-legged children covered in skin, fur, feathers, and/or scales!