Ah, I have myself a new Progeny-Proofed Profanity. I mean, sure, "frock" is pretty fucking good, but "flagnog"? Even fucking better.
Yes, we went to see Monsters vs. Aliens this afternoon, which was utterly delightful and provided today's post title. I arrived at the theatre with my obligatory Token Child in tow at 2:40pm only to find out the earliest showing available was 3:30pm. Oof. Fortunately, Arun was a real trooper and it was nothing that some parmesan fries could not fix (we caught a viewing at AMCs Fork & Screen thingie which has really yummy, utterly over-priced food.)
So, those of you following me on Twitter and Facebook may have noticed my ranting on about my Disney Disgust. No, this Disgust is nothing new and oh my, how I despise the whole Disney Princess thing, but I was irked today when my grandma gave me grief about my firm anti-Disney stance. See, it rankles me that there is this implication that one's childhood will not be perfect unless Disney is a part of it. Bah. I have never seen Lady and the Tramp and yet? I managed to go to college, get married, have children and somehow remain a productive member of society.
I did not dutifully move my Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew collections from house to house to apartment to apartment from Oskaloosa KS to Tonganoxie KS to Lawrence KS to Kansas City to St. Louis and then BACK TO Kansas City so that my daughter could worship some frocking Disney-themed two-bit whore, flagnog, it.
Or something like that. Issues, much?
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Waiting at the Airport