A good indication that you should not see a movie, is when you have never seen a preview and the TITLE alone is enough to give you nightmares. I woke up this morning, WAY earlier than humanly necessary, pulling my bare toes under the covers, (even in the Texas heat of the night) and asking God for spiritual and instant pest control.
Since I refuse to repeat the title in my mind or in words, I will give you a subtle hint. It's about a certain species of reptiles riding a certain type of transportation in which you are stuck in an enclosed space flying through and across the sky, What kind of sick person thought of such a thing? (Thanks to him, by the way.)
Luckily for me, the Crocodile Hunter came along (May he rest in peace.) or Jeff Corwin, or some such hunky reptile wrangler and captured all of them for me, locking them all up safely in an overhead bin, and we landed on the ground with a crowd of cheering fans asking us to sing a duet together in each other's arms. (Sometimes Tim McGraw appears suddenly in my dreams for some unknown reason.....I have no idea why.)
And that's why I'm up.
Now I'm going back to bed.
