Harry Potter and the Spider Plant Babies

Erik and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night. I thought it was good. Except for the part about Dumbledore – but I won’t spoil it for you. It’s been so long since I read the book that I forgot everything. It was all news to me. My memory is stinky like that. I think they maybe played up the teenage angst-ridden romance a bit too much. Many events probably occurred other than the hormonal teen longing they portrayed. But I’m hard pressed to list that stuff off because my brain betrays me.

Unfortunately, I went to the theater without having dinner and ended up eating a hot dog, a bag of Twizzlers, and popcorn. Too much junk food! I sure can put away the candy! It’s a rare occurrence to go to the theater because of the constant migraines, so I will just call it a good night out and not worry too much about my waistline. Enough said.


When we got home, Erik started work on planting some of the literally hundreds of spider plant babies from the plants in the living room. They had begun to take over like Tribbles. He could hardly get to the plants to water them! I think his plans are to set up a table in the front yard and sell the babies. “Sell the babies”… that doesn’t sound good. I think people get in trouble for doing things like that.