Kryptonite has me in it’s evil clutches – wait that’s the wrong movie

The Avengers opens tomorrow. Tra la la la la!

Thank goodness the birthday we’re celebrating this week is The Bandit’s, because if this was two weeks later it’d be Sassy’s turn and she’d never let me see the Avengers for her birthday. A big “Yay!” for seven year old boys.

I’d love to tell you that we’re seeing this particular movie because of the boy, but I’d be lying and, I suspect, you’d see right through me. I’m certain My Honey does. I love super hero movies. Really, really, really love them.

I’m so excited about it I can barely stand it. I’m just as excited about Hawkeye as I am about Thor and Iron Man.

Ava wanted me to write a funny post about what picking your favorite Avenger says about you. Something super witty as she suggests chosing Iron Man means you have a propensity for men  with a sardonic, sophisticated wit, who’ve experimented with drugs, and play with toys.

Unfortunately, I’m damn near brain-dead from all the snot in my head. This allergy season is kicking my butt.

The best I can come up with is that choosing Thor means you like huge men with inflated egos and absurdly blue eyes.

That’s just dumb. Instead watch the trailer and get excited with me.

Not all the Avengers are “super heroes”. Some are just mortals with amazing skill sets. This week mine is blowing my nose and whining about it. Are seasonal allergies sent directly from the devil to torment us or what?