Last night, we watched Inception.
Nothing was on, sounded pretty cool, so why the hell not.
Well, halfway through, He came back for the first time in a few days.
Sandra paused the movies, walked into the kitchen, and made good on her promise in a previous post.
Have you ever seen a petite teenage girl in sock monkey footie pajamas beat the shit out of a tall faceless man in a business suit?
Because it's funny as all hell.
Of course it didn't hurt Him, but He was surprised. He kept backing up, then finally just picked her up by the scruff of the neck, and she spit in His nonexistant face.
He dropped her, and she tackled Him around the legs. Due to the speed at which everything was happening, He was caught off guard and fell backwards. So she's got Him pinned while slapping his shit, He's trying to get back up, and Preston's freaking right the fuck out with his feathers up and aiming at Slender's face.
And Lya and I just sat there watching. Because how in the hell do you react to something like that?
Finally, Sandra got up, threw the fish at His face, picked up Preston, and sat back down to finish the movie. The entire time the fight was going on, nobody said a word.
And we continued on as if nothing happened.
Good God this is our life now.
(As hilarious as it may sound?
Yeah, it was three times that much.)