Proud Moment of the Day

Over Christmas, B initiated me into his holiday tradition of watching A Christmas Story at least once on the afternoon of the big day (post-presents, pre-meal). I kicked and fought a little. "Is that that super cheesy movie with the kid and the tongue and the leg lamp?" I asked. "If by super cheesy you mean super awesome, then yes." he replied, then pulled me down onto the couch.

I have to say, half the fun of the movie was watching how happy B was to see it, but it really was entertaining. Visiting Santa and blanking on your must-have list. Just knowing that the whole world was conspiring together against you. And what good is an old family movie without a decent "washing your mouth out with soup" scene or two?

My real joy came today, though, when my boss got a package delivered and I heard him call out, "Fra-GI-le, it must be Italian" and actually get the reference.

Thanks B! Does this make up for the time we watched Rambo with your friends and I asked why Rocky was running around in the woods and not in the ring? I may still be in the hole on that one.