Overtime is, well it's a load of crap but a necessary load of crap. Domina and I just so happened to get the chance to work together for it. By the time 6am rolled around she and I were so very over it. Every last second of it. So naptime was a blessing and as tired as we were, I conned both she and The Pirate into heading out to the movies. Ahh the sweet stench of 'the public' is a reminder as to why the three of us like our homes ever so much, and yet we did laugh. We did have fun, and we did stay till the end.
Glass was not their favourite, but they endured it all for me. Bless their collective hearts. We, after The Pirate hustled me at pool hunkered down and endured the 30 minutes of bloody commercials. The highlight of the evening, other than the copious amounts of popcorn we threw at each other was the "Superman Punch". It was a moment that left all others in the theater glaring at us and quite possibly deciding that we three heatheans were certainly well upon our way to damnation.
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