I
shamelessly watch certain cheesy chick flicks over and over again. And they’re
not necessarily good movies. I’m embarrassed to admit that my rotation has included
27 Dresses, Catch and Release, The Holiday and now… Friends with Kids. I’m
obsessed. I watched it for the first time with my BFF Rachel at her beach
house. Maybe it was the fabulous and comfy setting, or maybe it was the movie,
but I felt uplifted. And now every time I watch it, I just feel good. For some
reason, Friends with Kids is like Xanax, or chicken soup. When Justin was away
for the weekend and I couldn’t sleep despite dead-bolting the door and checking
on "The Manhattan Protector" I watched Friends with Kids On Demand.
When I flew to LA and wanted a happy distraction from my awesome newfound fear
of flying, I watched Friends with Kids via iTunes. And just in case I get the
winter blues, I’ve secured a Netflix DVD of Friends with Kids. (Probably never
to be returned… Until of course, I find a new flavor of comforting chick
flick.)
A
P.S. What do
you do to combat the blues? I liked this recent post on Cup of Jo.
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