Christmas holiday season upon us, like a lot of you we’re watching lots of Christmas-themed movies at the Isamu household recently. Last night was The Holiday - Cameron Diaz, Kate Winslet, Jude Law and … Jack Black (he works in it but how the hell did he ever get cast? Anyway…).
It was the first time for both of us to see it and we both liked it (corny as it was). But I did catch a beat-down from the Mrs at one point. It was the scene where Jude law is making hot chocolate for his two girls. One of them complains that she doesn’t have as many marshmallows in her hot chocolate as the other sibling.
My wife’s hand snapped down on the pause button and she turned to look at me accusingly.
“You can have marshmallows in hot chocolate?!?!?” she demanded, with a look like I’d been withholding vital information from her all these years.
“Ummm, yes. Some people like it that way.”
“Does the marshmallow…melt?”
I try to make some noise through my neck but am prevented by my shirtcollar being wrung around my neck. I also notice that her entire body is on top of me holding me down, hands crosslinked around my shirtfront until she gets a satisfactory answer.
Before I pass out she relaxes her grip to let me breathe a little. Colors come back.
“I think so”, I cough, “I don’t re… I don’t remember. I think they melt a little but not, cough, completely”.
“Tomorrow you are showing me how it’s done”.
Pause button is pushed and the movie resumes.
There are certain things I need to make sure I keep my wife informed of. They’re not the sort of things that I’d normally expect. 