Not Her Kind of Movie…

A few months ago, when mom and I saw The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, I noticed that she had slumped over in her chair towards the end.  I  put two fingers to mom’s wrist and could get a pulse.  I laughed so much inwardly.  It just wasn’t my mother’s kind of movie or her cup of tea for that matter.  I had to concede after the movie was over that it was indeed a boring film in honesty to my mother and I am a Tolkien fanatic!

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 8, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs