Mommie Dearest

This could very well be my next selection for family movie night. That'll scare them.

I seem to have this morbid fascination with this movie. Every time I catch a glimpse of it while flipping channels, I find myself watching the rest of the movie. I know how it ends. I practically know it by heart. Yet, there's something that keeps me in front of the TV, just waiting for Christina's hair cut, beating, bathroom scrubbing and near strangulation. How messed up is that?

Oh - and I challenge you to find a wire hanger that isn't fresh from my dry cleaner. :)

I'm hoping I don't have some weird subconscious desire to become Mommie Dearest myself. Hmmm... I wonder if, "NO GRAPE JUICE ON THE SOFA!!!!!!!!" will ever come back to haunt me in some scandalous expose written by one of my children. Hell, I already hacked up our rose bushes this year...