Crying, crying, crying

After a long and busy wedding filled weekend, we settled the boys down to chill out and watch a movie last night. They insisted on watching Marley & Me. We have seen this movie 3 times now, once in the theater (not a dry eye in the house) and twice at home.

So, you would think that by the third time this movie would not reduce me to a blubbering mess at the end. WRONG!! Marley starts getting sick and the tears start to flow!! I love this movie, but by the end I hate watching it. I'm a sappy person by nature, but this movie I think even tops the tears shed when I watched Ghost and Patrick Swazie comes back at the end and finally says I love you instead of ditto.

Kurt came home right at the very end of the movie and stared at me like I had lost my mind. Nick was crying too and I think Kurt thought we had all gone nuts. To prove my point about the movie to him I said that we would have to watch it again some time this week, but I'm not really looking forward to it - will have to stock up on Kleenex before the next viewing.