She’s All That

Tonight my sister made salmon and rice and we watched She’s All That.

Big Curtis, who has had to stay in his crate far too much not just because of his sheer size but because all of his feelings are bigger, finally got on the bed and languished there like life couldn’t possibly get more decadent.

We laughed at Curtis, we marveled at how relaxed he is. We hugged and sat close to each other, legs overlapping on couches, Stella’s hand brushing my hair in a mother’s caress that whispered “it’s okay now. Sssh. It’s okay. The ghosts can’t get you here.”

The actor who plays the dad in this movie is the doctor in several shows we’d watched-and we laughed at how he was exactly the same in each.

If the ghosts can’t get me here

Then how is it I see them?