In contrast

J.R. and I watched Superbad last night. I think I laughed more than J.R. did, but you know how much I enjoy imaginative (and sometimes gross) swearing. At its weird, twisted heart, though, it was kind of a sweet love story between best friends. And in that mindset, with Christmas looming, I forced J.R. to watch Love, Actually with me. And then I beat him about the head and shoulders when he dared call it "cheesy." Sure, there are some cheesy elements, but its overall yummy goodness triumphs. Triumphs, I say!