The Roof, The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire

First off, you really must see Superbad. Well providing you do not have a stick lodged in your ass and won't freak out over blow job jokes. This movie was so funny, I very nearly needed Depends. We went to the 7:45 show and Kidlet demanded that we get there early which was a good things since the line to get into it started at 6:45. We were second in line behind a group of teenager metrosexual walking erections. Kinda perfect for the movie, actually. Well except the characters are in no way metrosexual. Except McLovin and his vest.

The movie 100% lived up to the Internet and media hype. And to think they wrote this script when they were 13?!! This is a classic in the American Pie/Porky's tradition but personally I thought it kicked the ass of both of those.

I have to go to the mall again. Skinny beyotch Kidlet (that is a love name...God help me if Kyra's helpful friend were to presume to give me shit about my parenting skillz :P) bought size 6's when we went last weekend. Problem being 6's fit when they are brand new/right out of the dryer. 1 hour later and she is doing the old fart hitching up her pants routine and looks incredibly Short Bus. So those have got to go. Size 4 here we come.

Then it is Fred Meyer time for school supplies and groceries. I am pondering cooking today. Greek dish called Stifado. Pretty much a meat and onion stew that we toss green beans in with. Either that or the classic greek chicken dish Kapama. That is chicken marinaded in lemon and cinnamon and then braised and served with spaghetti with brown butter and greek cheese. Damn...now I am hungry!

Superbad!

Run, do not walk, to see this movie!