Snug as a pig in a blanket

I have identified two groups of sleepers: hotdogs and sausage rolls.

Hot dogs turn over in their sleep without disturbing the covers, like a hotdog spinning in a bun.

Sausage rolls turn over and roll the covers around themselves, like a sausage getting wrapped in puff pastry.

Russ is a sausage roll. Last night he almost strangled himself with the blankets, because as I felt him begin to roll up for at least the third time that night, I grabbed my side of the blankets and held on. He kept rolling and wrapping, so they got tight enough to wake him up.

I should have felt bad, but I am bitter when I am cold and awake at two in the morning.

I always forgive him in the morning, though.

"... that important brain thing, in my head..."

Saw Madagascar tonight with Russ: Not as good as Shrek or The Incredibles (tough competition, after all), but funny. Loved the lemurs, especially Mort (see new icon). Also, loved the penguins ("just smile and wave"). Oh, and there's dancing! ~I like to move it, move it...~

Saw The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with Mom yesterday: It definitely had its weaknesses (some of the acting was a little wooden and it was pretty choppy), but it would be an excellent rainy afternoon chick-flick. Lots of teary eyes, and there's Alexis Bledel (who tugs on the bottoms of her sleeves in this too - I wonder if it's a habit of the actress', or if it is just her way of playing "nervous").

And this completes my micro movie reviews!