It’s our own fault

For the past couple of months, Bill and I have been sleeping in our own bed all. by. ourselves. Not to rub it in, Richie, but it's been glorious. Well, it was glorious. She's ba-a-a-ck! And it's our own fault. My mom has been sharing a room with Mar this winter which has helped the fight to get Margaret to stay in her own bed tremendously. And then my mom had to go and drive over the mountain to visit her family. But Mar continued to stay in her own bed ... until Saturday night. We rented the fourth installment of the Indiana Jones series and watched it Saturday afternoon. Mar and I both enjoyed it. Bill slept through some of it and declared it not so good. Regardless, Bill and I remembered how much we liked the earlier movies and decided to rent the other three Indiana Jones movies. We watched "Raiders of the Lost Ark" Saturday evening. Mar loved that one, but it scared her. And rightly so. The scene at the end with the spirits and whatnot coming out of the ark was pretty frightening. The movie was rated PG, but I think that was only because it came out before the PG-13 rating was created. And because sometimes we're purposely make bad decisions — I mean, she was already sleeping in our bed — we decided to go ahead and watch the remaining two movies. Yeah, that doesn't make sense to us either — but other than the fact that Mar was scared, she loved the movies. So we watched "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" Sunday evening. I hadn't remembered much about this movie other than Kate Capshaw and the elephants. I had forgotten how the village's children were stolen and made to work as slaves and all the scary temple stuff. Needless to say, it scared the bejesus out of Mar. She kept saying things like, "But they're just children." "This is the worst movie ever." I kept offering to turn it off, but she was rapt. So we finished it and she declared that she loved it, too. But not as much as the others. (I have to agree with her on that one — it was a bit hokey.) Monday we watched "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" and it was the perfect movie to end on. It had little supernatural scary stuff. It opened a dialog about Nazis and left us all wishing there were more Indy movies. And the best part? My mom got home from Denver yesterday. This morning Bill came into the bathroom as I got ready for work and said, "You're going to have to pry Margaret from your mom's bed." But it's OK, my mom will fix her.