I flat out bawled when Sarah McLachlan sang Angel (reminds me of my grandpa) and another song that reminds me of my uncle. Crying at concerts is a bit odd. It's so public and joyous....and then there's that weird 31 year old brunette bawling and boogering all over her taller thinner blonder tougher younger sister.
I cry during every. single. episode. of. E.R. Every one of them. It's my weekly nose cleansing exercise. It's riDICulous how that damn show makes me cry. Usually it's just a welling up of tears and some snot....other times....flat out bawling. My husband has never watched the show, but when I crawl into bed after ER and cuddle up to him, he always wakes enough to ask what it was that made me cry this time.....once I cried while telling him (when Carter's baby was stillborn).
I cry listening to the Wicked soundtrack. DAMN, I love that CD.
Sometimes I read Bridge to Terabithia, just so I can have an excuse to cry.
I cry during A Little Princess, thinking of the first time we saw it as a family and my tough little Cassidy tomboy cried.
I cry during certain scenes in Sex & the City, especially the final episode. Oh. Just thinking about the final episode makes me a little verklempt.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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