Less than smart.

That would be me.

So my boys are out of town - out in the woods Being Men Together - until Saturday night, which means I have three days and two nights of total me-ness in the house. The thrilling plans for my mini-bachelorettehood include cleaning out the kid's room (since he refuses to throw anything out ever) and playing EQ2 until my eyes bleed.

But tonight I decided to engage in the long-standing tradition of watching a "scary" movie alone in the house with all the lights off. "Scary" is in parentheses because, while there are plenty of gross/tense slasher flicks out there that say "boo!" well enough to make me jumpy, there aren't many movies that manage to completely creep me out on a cellular level. So usually these nights end up with me saying "eh" and going to bed.

Tonight however....eeeep. I watched The Orphanage on Netflix instant view (BEST SERVICE EVER) and holy crap did it manage to push my psychological buttons. Not only did it completely creep me out, it seriously fucked with my emotions...I watched it with one hand over my mouth and tears in my eyes. I really wasn't expecting the whole "lost sons" and "grief makes you crazy" subtext of the movie, so I was kinda pole-axed by the visceral response I had. And spooked waaayy beyond my normal level of tolerance.

All of which is good, kinda, in that I love fnding smart, truly scary movies, but bad in that now, well, I have to sleep alone in a big empty house without my little boy to go hug until he makes me let him go. LOL.

Yessirriebob, less than smart.