So, in my continuing effort to make The Mimsus feel both loved and appreciated, I decided to take her to the movies. Want to guess which film I chose?
Instead, what we get is a movie about a white-bread All-American who single handedly: Conquers his Daddy-issues, saves a small Asian child, survives three separate monster attacks, saves Godzilla (twice) and saves San Francisco. I'm pretty sure in the sequel he will balance the budget, stop global warming and find Waldo.
This led to a conversation between The Mimsus and I:
Me: Why wouldn't they head east? Or North! Go to Canada. There's no monsters in Canada.
The Mimsus: Only universal healthcare, Tim Horton's and hockey.
Me: And curling.
The Mimsus: And poutine.
Me: Is that like Canadian porn?
Jay Mims writes books, blogs, and has also written about his love of the X-Men. Jay lives with The Mimsus, a passive aggressive Dalek named Steve, and a cat named Eartha Kitty. Jay is far funnier on Facebook then in real life. He is terrible at Twitter