This weekend, I decide that a little "mom and me" time was in order. I love my mom; she's one of my best friends, and there's very little that I can't tell her. That said, there are just some things you don't share with you mom.
Let me elaborate! Mom and I decided to go see Spy, the new Melissa McCarthy movie. It looked funny in trailers and it definitely was! For those of you opposed to using the word "f*ck" as a verb, noun, pronoun and adjective all in the space of approximately two minutes - SKIP THIS MOVIE. The mom with the two pre-teen daughters sitting in front of me had her hands full trying to cover her girls ears (unsuccessfully) most of the movie. However, the expletives were nothing compared to a scene (OK...more like 30 seconds to a minute) where Melissa McCarthy finds a camera that has pictures of male genitalia on it.
Sitting next to your mom while penises flash across a giant screen is...well, awkward at best. Like I said, there should be a warning! Part of me felt really bad for the woman with the two pre-teen daughters. Then I remembered that the movie is rated R and she opted not to listen to rating guidelines and brought her daughters anyway.
On the bright side, at least I didn't bring my dad to the movies!