This felt like the weekend that wasn't, and not even because we were particularly busy. Saturday I spent the day around the house with Owen, and I cleaned while he slept. We watched the Godfather together because Heather said she wasn't going to see it.
Then, Heather and I went out and had dinner and saw Scary Movie 3. It was okay. It wasn't as good as I had hoped, but it was an entertaining evening. They had their anti-piracy movie playing at the beginning of the movie, and the guy was saying "Piracy doesn't hurt the producers, it hurts the little people". "Stop making so many shitty movies" I said. I was going to say it louder so more people could hear me, but Heather could sense that I was going to say something and she grabbed my hand to stop me. Still, the guys next to me and behind me laughed.
Then, Sunday was spent basically shopping and visiting. I spent time with some friends of the family and then Heather and I went shopping.
By the time I was laying down in bed last night drifting to sleep, it seemed like the weekend hadn't even occurred.
