superbad is super bad

so it's the kickoff day for college football. and where was i? certainly not tucked under my throw laying on my comfy couch with my fluffy dog beside me and treats scattered on the coffee table. instead, i was in a stinky, sticky-floored, poorly-upholstered movie theater watching a film that talked more about male and female body parts than a college anatomy lab. superbad is right. it's a movie 17yr old boys will think is a new classic and a movie that will help those all grown up boys (my husband included) relive their glory days, when their lives revolved solely around who was hot and who was hotter. there were definitely a few funny parts, none of which i will mention since my mom is an avid supporter of anything i write. (thanks, con!) anyway. i'm trying to balance it all out with a hefty double dose of "murder she wrote." thank goodness for the hallmark channel.