I watched the whole thing and I’m still not sure if I liked or hated it. Still yelling out “Bread!” from time to time though.

Pearl Harbor. The movie that refuses to end. We started out holding hands, then our palms got sweaty and we never touched after that. Killed that relationship before it started. Guy was a walking red flag, so I should have been grateful, but the experience was so awful I maintain my grudge.

Was at a Brazilian steakhouse and saw Carlos Santana. My husband said hi, trying to play it cool and got blown off, just for Santana to bro nod my father-in-law a few moments later over the pasta salad. FIL couldn’t stop laughing about it the rest of his trip.