Mister: Hey, what do you say we go to a movie?
Me: Great idea, Mister! There’s a new movie that’s out that I’m dying to see..
Mister: Me too!
Mister: So… should I order the tickets?
Me: To the Meryl Streep movie?
Mister: You’re kidding, right? That’ll be the day that I would choose Meryl Streep over Jason Bourne …
Me: Another Bourne movie? We just went to one!!!
Mister: Yeah, about 4 years ago…
Me: Seems like yesterday.
Mister: I took the day off, so I should pick the movie.
Me: I took the day off too….
Mister: Every day is your day off, you don’t have a job.
Me: Do you think it is easy keeping up this supermodel trophy wife personna? Do you think it’s easy being your arm candy? May I remind you again, Mister, that Oprah says that stay-at-home Moms have the hardest and most important jobs in the world?
Mister: Great – how about you call your buddy Oprah and see if she wants to see the Meryl movie.
For the first hour, I didn’t have a clue what was going on. There was a lot of shooting, blood, pill popping, hiding under desks, sweat and snow. For the next hour there was more sweat and blood and a motorcycle chase that lasted forever. This movie should win an Oscar for being the loudest movie made in the past four years (the last being the previous Bourne movie). Also, I think Matt Damon is cuter than the new guy.