I am trying so hard not to completely geek out over the impending release of the new X-Files movie. I'm starting to get really excited though. I know Tom's growing weary of my "Gah! Mute it!" outbursts when the trailer comes on TV (I usually try to mute all of the commercials anyway, but sometimes I forget). "Just don't listen," he tells me, exasperated, as if such a thing were possible. I'm sure he doesn't understand my need to maintain the surprise any more than he understands why anyone would find calculus difficult. Not a big fan of surprises, my husband. Why I would work so hard to deliberately keep myself in the dark is something he maybe gets, in principle, but something to which he can't really relate. It's okay. I never claimed I wasn't weird. He still fell in love with me anyway.
Just a few more days. I'll probably go on Saturday to see it.
I'm so excited.