My blushing bride and I went to see The Mummy, Tomb of the Dragon Emperor this weekend. It is your basic Brenden Fraser adventure flick, sorta, kinda like "George Of The Jungle" does Indiana Jones. However, a hot bag of lightly salted and buttered popcorn with a large diet soda can turn many movies (even some chick flicks) into an afternoon of bliss. We liked it.
After returning home, blushing bride was telling the four year old grandson in North Carolina how good the movie was when he told her that in the future, we were not allowed to go B-Out (without) him. It seems that he was highly disappointed his grandparents went B-Out him.
