Saturday night, the daughter and her family were here, as were Cliff's sister and her hubby. Someone mentioned "Smokey and the Bandit", and Rachel told us they have the DVD at home. "Anybody want to watch it?" She asked.
Not me, said I. It was almost 10 PM, and I turn into a pumpkin after ten. Charlene and Pat headed home, but Cliff and the daughter's family stayed up to watch Smokey and the Bandit.
So this morning I asked Cliff, "Did you enjoy Smokey and the Bandit"?
"Well, there weren't any captions, so I didn't understand most of it."
"That doesn't seem right, let me check."
Daughter left the DVD here. I saw that indeed, there were closed captions.
Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, was on TV tonight. So Cliff and I watched Smokey and the Bandit. We're both running low-grade fevers and coughing; he's chilling, I'm sweating. We watched and laughed (coughing all the while) at the silliness in that movie.
Rachel, we'll be keeping your DVD here. If you want to watch it, you know where it is.
*cough cough cough*
That is, if we're still alive.