I know I said I was going to bed, but I saw a "Where the Wild Things Are" commercial and got ridiculously excited for the 90,000th time since this time last year when I found out the movie was being released.
An amazing, iconic book from my childhood, Maurice Sendak's brilliant creative inspiration and then I just recently found out that Dave Eggers wrote it?!? Fuck yeah. Did you all read a "Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius?" You should. It's a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. I loved it and I love him and finding out he wrote this movie was like the cherry on top of the proverbial banana split for me.
Every time I see the previews, I tell the boys that I'm taking them to see that. Big Kid sighs and says, "I know," because I guess he's sick of hearing it. little kid nods or ignores me and Mr. Ashley pretty much does the same. Mr. Ashley doesn't remember the book. (This is baffling to me.)
So, despite everyone else's lack of excitement, I'm taking them to see it Friday at the fancy-schmancy new rich people movie theater. And I cannot wait. I haven't been this excited about a movie in a long time.