I want to poop back and forth

I went with Mom to see Me and You and Everyone We Know this evening. It was good. Pretty to look at, pleasant actors, easygoing pace ... all very agreeable. I wanted to go based on the reviews, and the film didn't disappoint. Mom had a good time, too, which was a relief; I was afraid that teens giving blowjobs would be just the sort of thing to turn off the old dame. But no: she dug the movie. After the movie we talked about contemporary art, which was a nice dose of intellectual stimulation after the day's shopping trip. (For reasons too complicated and mundane for a blog post, Mom now has a second cellphone. Yes, I'm as amazed as you are that there exists a topic too mundane for a blog post, but there you have it.)