I watched Gone with the Wind again this week. (With apologies to Margaret Mitchell, I still haven't read the book. It's on my wish list.) I can't watch the whole 4 hour saga in one sitting like I did before I had kids, so I have to watch it in 30 minute increments over about 10 days.
Jonathan despises this movie. Every time he passes through the room while I'm watching it, Scarlett is crying or whining or fighting, or doing some combination of all three. During my last viewing he just couldn't take it anymore. He came into the room during one of her many tearful pleas, "Oh, Rhett! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!" and he grunted at the TV:
"UUUUUGH! How can you watch that? ALL SHE EVER DOES IS COMPLAIN! I wish SHE would be GONE with the WIND!"
It was then I realized that there is a greater than zero chance that the last time I recorded the movie on our DVR and he deleted it, it probably wasn't really an "accident."
At our house, me and mrs. chill pastor both have our own box of "keep sake" things...We have this agreement that we will not mess with the other person's stuff no matter how silly we might think that it is...I had to protect my Atlanta Braves 1992 NLCS t-shirt that now has holes in it!!!...Find a good hiding place for your movie...and your Suzy Bogguss CD's
For the record, the movie is just okay for me. But the book! Read it!! It really is a good book. Scarlet is much more endearing on the page.