All Rileyed Up

Dear Husband,

First and foremost, let me thank you for watching the movie 27 Dresses with me. I know it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you said, “Did we get anything new from Netflix?”

Secondly, thank you for resisting the urge to groan, an urge I’m sure was particularly hard to resist during any of the following moments:

a) The Benny and the Jets sing-a-long at the bar
b) c) The entire bridesmaid dress montage
d) The line, “Get over here.”
e) The line, “I cried like a baby.”

I’m sure you had the urge to groan through pretty much the whole movie except the line “Bridezilla’s on the loose!”, when I distinctly heard you laugh. I know this movie was a more painful experience for you than 13 Going on 30 or even How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. In the future, I’ll make sure to no longer subject you to movies with a number in the title, unless that number is II, III, IV, V, VI or 300.

Lastly, I feel obligated to tell you something:

When you asked me what we had received from Netflix, I neglected to inform you that in addition to receiving 27 Dresses, we had also received Iron Man. I’m not proud of what I did, but I knew what your answer would be if I gave you both choices.

To make up for it, I hereby suggest a compromise.

I will watch any of the following movies with you:

a) Any Rambo film
b) Any western starring Clint Eastwood, even High Plains Drifter
c) Any film starring Jean Claude Van Damme

I hope this makes amends.

Sincerely,

Your Loving Wife