*2012* The End!!!

Had a date with Mr B and 'lil brother last night. We went to see 2012 (on opening night-how cool are we?!?) It was ex-CI-ting! The graphics and dilemmas were thrilling. It was a real arm-clutching-kinda-movie. I just LOVE apocalyptic stories! (Have you read Alas, Babylon??? Well-you should!) I think it's just in our nature to always wonder about the end of time and what that will mean for humankind. I actually feel pretty good about my chances for survival. Because I've got Mr B. And he is a man who MAKES sh*t happen. If we needed to be on a plane to Russia-he could make that happen-not sure how-but he would be on that Blackberry and then-bam!-we'd be in Tibet-with a taxi waiting on the north face of Everest. Not even joking. The end of the world would so get his Fighting-Irish-UP. And of course, I'd be (comfortably) sitting at his right elbow b*tchin' bout how fast he's driving/flying/rushing/hollerin' f-bombs (in front of the kids) waaaaaayyy too much for my taste. "You just cut them off! Will you stop tail-gating! OMG-did you just FLIP them off ?!?" And I will be giving the apology wave to the poor suckers who got in his way. But we're not going DOWN. Mr B says so...

Postscript:
After reading this, Mr B wants the studio audience to know that once he had delivered his family to safety, he would be forced (by me) to apologize-not for running over the poor China man on his donkey-but for telling me to "SHUT THE F- UP!" while dodging the 5 mile volcano blast of red liquid death. ...And he is so right about THAT...