Boy and I have been working out our issues on the DL for the past few weeks, and yesterday was our first official date. Not sure if that makes us officially together again or not, but it doesn’t matter much anyway. I knew things were back to normal when he started laying out the ridiculously obnoxious duck farts in the car. You know things are good with Boy when he’s okay with you stewing in his fart clouds on the way home.

We went to see Up (not in 3D. Because everyone I know gets sick from 3D and is consequently LAME) and it was the greatest Pixar experience ever. We laughed so hard. That’s probably my favorite thing about Boy. That he laughs unabashedly at animated movies like a small child, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen anything that funny, like he just could not be having a better time. It’s hard not to watch him instead of the movie when he gets like that. Even people in the theatre with us are amused at such genuine laughter.

Up was incredible. I’ve never seen an animated movie that pulls you in and engages you so thoroughly, then takes you for a ride, and then drops you off somewhere near where you started but feeling like life is just a little more bearable. I love how Pixar manages that.

I’m gonna leave this thought unfinished.. I think it’s better that way.