by Enchanted, which a large group of us went to see Friday afternoon. What better way to burn off some calories, right?
It was hilarious, but the sight of my husband groaning and then sinking further into his seat when yet another musical number would begin was almost as funny ("Too much singing!!" which is also what he said at the opera). I thought the concept of a real person spouting Disney Princessisms was priceless. It reminded me of several years ago when my daughter and I were driving somewhere and got lost. I of course started to swear a blue streak, and my daughter calmly pointed out that if I just followed my dreams, everything would be fine.