The Commander is going to hate me for this.

So, I have to tell you, and I am really laughing as I tell this story.  The Commander already says that I owe her for this one.   LOL, she is not at all pleased that I want to share this with the world, but sometimes, you just have to be embarrassed.

Ok, so the other day was Valentines, we did the usual, I got her flowers, and a Sobe.  I would have gotten her Chocolates, but we are trying to diet, so no sweets for the Commander and I.  Anyway, we spent the day with the Diva and the Alien, we had a good day.  Then time came for us to put the kids to bed, we didn't really have a plan, so we did what we usually do, sat on the couch and turned on a movie.

Over the weekend, The Commander made me watch those sappy, Romantic Comedies.   We went to see,                                        
  

No Strings Attached.

 then we came home and watched

 Life As We Know It.

Well, I had enough with the chick flicks for the Valentines Day weekend.  So, I convinced the Commander to watch a less than Romantic Movie.

So Monday night, I was flipping through our On Demand selection, and I came across a great Valentines Day movie.

My Soul To Take.

This movie was all that you could look for in a Romantic Comedy, Blood, guts, Gruesome Horror.   It was Great.  The Commander will most likely disagree, but I liked it quite a bit.

Now down to the funniest part of our Valentines Movie Experience.  We were watching one of those really suspenseful parts, where the Killer is about to pop out and murder the hell out of some innocent victim.  The suspense is building, I look over at the Commander and see that she is lifting her hand to cover her eyes.  Suspense builds, Commander preparing with hand.  Usually, the Commander starts this barrage of slapping against whatever part of my body is closest to her hand, and I usually just start to laugh at her.  However, tonight, she was apparently, not aware of her surroundings and right as the big scary surprise came, she reaches up and slaps herself across the face.

Now, any good husband would immediately jump up and hug her and make sure she didn't give herself a concussion.  I however, being as awesome as I am, rolled over and belted out a laugh that would wake the dead person that was so gruesomely murdered on the screen.  I laughed so hard that she started to laugh, and all of my blasphemy was forgiven.  I still laugh like a Jackal when I think about it.   Thank you my love for providing us with endless entertainment. 

Timmy OUT!!!