Having two small children around the house means Heather and I do not get many chances to see movies in movie theaters. Which stinks, as I’m dying to see The Lord of the Rings. Since I knew I wouldn’t be seeing it right away, I’ve started to re-read the book (that’s one book in three volumes). Even though this is like the 3rd or 4th time I read the book, it still amazes me. Man, Tolkien could write. Like a mutha. Damn.
I need to get a babysitter. But, hell, where there’s a whip, there’s a way…
