Watching shitty romantic comedies is my most guilty pleasure.
Actually, that’s not true. Watching shitty romantic comedies is a guilty pleasure, but my most guilty pleasure is watching shitty romantic comedies over and over and over again.
Anything with Reese Whitherspoon, Meg Ryan, or Julia Roberts are obvious must-see-four-dozen-timeses, but I’ll even watch Kate Hudson or Drew Barrymore vehicles at least 8 or 10 times over. Hell, I’ve seen Jennifer Aniston’s Along Came Polly twice, and that movie is terrible.
It’s a disgusting vice, I’ll admit, but I do have a small shred of dignity that enables me to draw a line somewhere and keeps me from seeing one particular chick-flick a second time. I’m sure you’ve heard of it: it’s the one where Sandra Bullock is a brilliant but uncouth attorney who works for High Grant’s amoral yet lovable billionaire, and because he drives her crazy, she gives him her notice of resignation after which they fall madly in love and live happily ever after. (If I’ve spoiled the ending for you, I’m sorry. Also you’re an idiot.)
I’m hoping you know the movie title so that I don’t have to write it because I refuse to write it because it contains a grammatical pet peeve of mine that frustrates me more than almost any other: the absence of an apostrophe.
I will, however, write the title of the movie as it should have been, which is Two Weeks’ Apostrophe Notice. The apostrophe is silent.
Similar to Two Weeks’ Silent Apostrophe Notice, if there were a documentary film about my day yesterday, the title of that movie would be: Two Weeks’ Apostrophe Delay. The apostrophe is, again, silent.
Yup, my donor has to delay the cycle for two weeks because she can’t get off from work until June. I’m less than thrilled, as you might imagine, but I’m actually quite fine. I’m not crushed or mad at her. I’m not even remotely bothered by it. It really is totally fine.
I let my fellow PVEDers know about the postponement, and they appropriately booed and hissed and grumbled at the news. They really are a sweet and supportive bunch, and I’m super grateful to have them on my side.
But this isn’t a tragedy. It’s just two weeks’ delay. Things could be far worse. I mean, someone else could have blogged about it, and there’d be apostrophes missing all over the place. How infuriating would that be?