When I called my mom this morning, she just happened to mention that she was really enjoying the copy of Twilight that I had lent her this past summer and that she would like to borrow the rest of the books. How weird is it that she never mentioned the book until the day the movie came out?
Then, when I walked over to get my lunch, I saw a few people trying to have a snow ball fight with the first snow of the year. It was just like in the book. (Well, minus the teenagers and vampires and all, but you know what I mean.)
During lunch, I decided to look up the address of my sister’s rental house so I would know where we are going on Thanksgiving. It’s on
I’ve been debating about whether or not to see the movie, and now I’m sure this is a sign that I should go to see it. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I was planning to go see it. I just need to figure out who to go with. My mom? Nah, that takes all the fun out of it. Andy? Hmm…I don’t know. Maybe I could slip into the movie and look like I the mom of one of the giggling, swooning teenagers who’s just giving the girls some space.