My Heart Went Pitapat

My Honey and I had a date tonight.  I think my mother thought I was on my way to a nervous breakdown, so she volunteered to take Sassy and The Bandit for an overnight.  It was probably the crying jag I’ve been on this week that clued her in.  Anyway, it’s a win win.  The kids have the glory of spending the night with Grammy, and My Honey and I were allowed the privilege of eating a dinner with no yelling.  We decided to see a movie, too.  One with absolutely NO animation.  What a treat, I’m telling you. 

We went to see Public Enemies.  Isabella claimed that she didn’t even know a Johnny Depp movie was opening but, believe me, my loins alerted me to the fact weeks ago.  Johnny Depp has a really nifty thing about him.  Guys love him because he’s unrepentantly cool, and women love him because he’s unrepentantly hot.  The movie is a little slow, and maybe a tad long, but is very Johnny heavy, meaning he’s in it A LOT.  Which is good, of course.  

Now I’m home writing.  It’s getting very late, but my brain is revved up and ready to go.  It’s hard not to think about love and sex when you have Johnny on the mind.