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Mondays are known as heralds of responsibility. So in honor of carefully budgeting one's time and not procrastinating, my husband and I went to the movies. (Wait, the first half of that sentence doesn't quite match the last half...). All movies are $5 on Mondays at the independent movie theatre just up the road from our casa, so we ate a quick dinner of veggie Italian sausages (not a meal I'd recommend be consumed quickly. They're quite spicy, but delicious) and bundled up.

We had planned on seeing Milk, but I literally had taken two steps in the door when the man in the ticket booth yelled that Milk has just sold out. So instead we saw Slumdog Millionaire, which just cleaned house at the Golden Globes. I had high hopes, since so many people were heralding it as the sleeper hit of the year. It was a great story, I particularly liked the beginning of the story when the brothers were young. (Maybe "liked" isn't the right word since some of th events were pretty horrific, but at least I thought that was the most compelling part of the fim.) Not to rain on everyone's rupee parade, because I really did like the movie, but it got a little formulaic and predictable toward the end.

Then we went home, I curled up with our Chihuahua Jack and took a nap while Robb read the last few pages of his law school assignment. Not bad for a Monday.