I have had food poisoning exactly three times in my life. Once, when I was pregnant with Nick. Wanting to do something romantic for Valentine’s Day, but in the throes of pregnancy and not wanting to cook, I ordered a special meal from a local restaurant. And paid dearly for it for the next four days. Couldn’t even keep down water, and the OBGYN wouldn’t let me take anything. The second time was the November after The Ex and I separated. I all but begged Jamie, the kids’ old babysitter to please come and feed them because I couldn’t bring myself to even look at food, let alone get dinner ready. And the third? This weekend. It was either from lunch or dinner Saturday. The fact that I can remember precise details of prior food poisoning incidents tells you how bad it is. And it hasn’t gotten any more fun. And with Mystic’s birthday yesterday, and his daughter’s today, it was all I could do to get through making a special dinner and dessert for them. Even though I didn’t partake in the eating of it. I couldn’t even bring myself to sample the sauce.
We first saw the previews to this movie back in the Spring, and Madeline said she wanted to see it. And then the previews started showing up on tv. And then the sign went up outside the movie theater. All the while, Madeline reminding me that she wanted to see it. And we finally did, last week. Great movie. Kid- and adult-friendly, based on a true story. And, of course, the previews before *this* movie showed another new movie coming out starring Drew Barrymore featuring a whales-need-help story, which is now also on Madeline’s radar.