So we went to see a movie tonight. My sisters and I finally all went out together and had a night out, not just two of us, all three. We had a nice dinner, got coffees and headed to the movies to watch Marley and Me.

For those who haven't seen the preview, Marley is a dog and Me is Owen Wilson...anyway, I don't want to give away the movie, but I have to say one thing that, if you plan on seeing it and want to be surprised, you should stop reading now.

SPOILER ALERT!!! DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOU PLAN ON LEAVING ME A HORRIBLE COMMENT ABOUT SPOILING IT...I'M WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW!!! IF YOU KEEP READING AND CHOOSE TO LEAVE ME RUDE COMMENTS, I WILL HAVE TO ASSUME YOU'RE SIMPLE AND MAY MOCK YOU...MOVING ON!

After what is a very funny, endearing movie, the dog dies. Now anyone who's seen Old Yeller is aware of how hard it is to get through a movie when the dog dies. My eyes tear up a little, but then I am struck with a thought and for the life of me, could not stop laughing. It's true. The whole of the theater is in tears. You can hear sniffles from every row. There is a woman towards the front that is in hysterics she is crying so hard. The MAN next to me is sobbing and his wife is pulling toilet paper from heaven knows where so he can try to pull himself together...and me? I'm cracking up. Laughing so hard, that the tears that had pooled in my eyes are pouring down my cheeks, but I'm not sad anymore...I'm amused. Far beyond which I can explain to my sisters, who are now looking at me like I've lost my mind. Nikki, is crying so hard she can barely breathe...this would be understandable if she didn't hate dogs with every fiber of her being, and yet, here she sits...crying like a fool...for a dog.

So why was I laughing? It's a simple take on sociology and the human psyche. Take the same group of people and put us in a theater watching a movie in which a person is killed, tortured or maimed. Make it a true story like Titanic, and still people won't react...I promise you that less than half of us would have shed a tear...but put a stupid DOG on screen and people LOSE THEIR MINDS.

Perhaps I'm a bad one to ponder these types of situations, I mean, when I watched the Departed and everyone kept dying, I was so overwhelmed by the gore that I laughed...and laughed...and laughed. my friend literally got up and moved away from me....but even still...

IT WAS A DOG!!!

And no, I didn't cry when Old Yeller died either...but I cry at commercials for Mastercard. There is no limit to weird in this mind of mine.