Date Night In

Last night, hubby looked over where I was mindlessly scrolling and clicking on various baking and cookie decorating videos and says, "Do you want to watch a movie instead?"

Sure, why not, says I.

After some scrolling on the Amazon Prime and Netflix choices, we settled on Jupiter Ascending because we both had vague recollections of having wanted to watch it when we saw the preview in the theater at one point.

Oh my word. That movie is crap.

Calling it crap is actually insulting to crap.

It's not even the kind of movie that MST3K could do something fun with.

I was expecting it to be either a decentish space action flick or something campy and fun like The Fifth Element.

It. Is. None. Of. These. Things.

When we paused to go make sure eldest turned out his light, I saw the progress bar and nearly cried. We weren't quite half finished. How in the name of all that was holy could we still have 54 minutes of that drivel left?

We persevered to the bitter end. Because we're not quitters.

But maybe we ought to rethink that stance.