I am a self-admitted nerd/geek/loser, and I totally own it. Naturally, then, I love Harry Potter. My HP experience came to it's end this weekend when I saw the final movie (in 3D no less).
Ok...now, I get very emotional during movies. Which is odd because I don't show a lot of emotion over real, true stuff. Just wizards and hobbits and rogue FBI agents who hunt aliens. And Disney movies featuring animals. Let me tell you, by the time I left the theater, my head HURT from trying not to cry my eyeballs out. Seriously. If I would have been by myself, I would have just let it all out. Sobbed. But, as it was, I was sitting between Brandon and my sister...and I would never hear the end of it if I boo-hooed like a baby. I held it together reasonably well. It helped that every 3 minutes, Hannah was leaning over with her giant HP 3D glasses on asking me if I was crying, then she would taunt me by taking some of my tissue and wiping her glasses with it. Not even her eyes, the outsides lenses of her glasses. I survived. But when I own this movie on DVD, it will be my new go-to PMS, emotional, need a good cry movie.
I also just realized that this week will be FOUR years since me, Amy, and a 3 year old Hannah waited in the midnight line at Walmart to get the 7th book. What kind of mother am I to drag my tiny tot along, who should have been in bed???? Well, to be fair, she would have been up anyway. She enjoyed it, especially when she made the entire line of people waiting aware that a midget worked there: "Momma, look at that little Walmart girl!".
Oh, the memories!
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