I'm watching Leap Year upstairs with my little ladybug while Kris and little Kris are watching Venom on the downstairs T.V. Perfect girly movie versus a perfect display of manly brawn, slashing and dashing, and property damage. Property damage bothers me, even when it's CGI.
My favorite scenes in movies are when a mess gets cleaned up. Examples are:
Snow White when she and the animals clean up the cottage;
Mary Poppins when she snaps her fingers and cleans up the nursery;
Mr. Mom when the Rocky music plays, and he cleans up the house;
Overboard when Goldie Hawn cleans up the dump she's living in;
Enchanted when Amy Adams and her vermin friends clean up the apartment...
I replay those parts just because they give me joy, plus it's fun to sing along with the Happy Working Song.
Speaking of cleaning up messes, Kris was on a tear today through the garage hauling off heaps of junk to various donation bins--junk in the sense that is was usable, but unwanted stuff. We also made good use of the burn pile.
I call this house dieting. When Kris gets in this mood, I just drop what I'm doing and help. I love seeing walls, space, corners. Junk and clutter in my home drives me crazy. Since I can't go through the house tossing all his stuff without also tossing out our marriage, I just help as much as he wants when the tossing mood strikes him.
Once or twice a year, we go through a major purge in the house. I love it. House dieting.