So I spent the day yesterday with Advil and a heating pad, because I pulled a muscle in my back. I did this when I was rescuing some kittens from Satanic bikers.
No, really! The poor little things were right there, in the street, about to get mowed down...oh, okay. I'm just putting that story out because I'm embarrassed to tell you that I did it ROLLING OVER IN BED. And not even during an energetic session of tea and crumpets- just rolling over. Gad, I'm pathetic.
At least I got to have some time with the TV all to myself, since sitting at the computer hurt. Thank Goodness for Blockbuster online, y'all, because 3:10 to Yuma rocks! Of course, any movie with Russell Crowe and Christian Bale gets an automatic two stars from me, but this movie is fabulous. Just enough Western shoot-em-up action to keep it moving, but the psychological play between Bale and Crowe was wonderful. Next up in my queue is Eastern Promises, with yummy Viggo Mortenson. I hear he does a full frontal knife fight; you have to admire his dedication. It takes guts to do a knife fight, fake or not, with your important bits dangling out.
I also saw a story on Good Morning America (and can I just say that I am a total sucker for how cute these anchors are together? They probably stop hugging and snarl nasty cheap shots at each other when they go to commercial, but I love their warm fuzzy patter!) and this story made me BAWL. Like a colicky baby. This soldier in Iraq, decorated for bravery, wasn't married and didn't have a lot of family. He's older, and his chances for getting a date are slimmer than they once were, if you catch my drift. He was chosen to receive letters from this 6 year old girl who wrote to soldiers as part of a church project. They kept writing, and this little girl got her older brothers and sister to start writing to him, too. He was writing and getting letters from these kids, and falling in love with them. They seemed to adore him as well, so their mother wrote to him. Their single mother. I'm sure you see where this is going.
Yes, the soldier and the single mom fell for each other from letters, emails, and phone calls. And suddenly the lonely man had a family. They all met him at the airport when he came home, and the people at the terminal were so enchanted with the homecoming that they cheered. A nice salute for a brave man. The couple married, and he now has a wife and four kids.
Romance ain't dead. Not by a long shot.