Saturday was the NFB-Richmond Chapter picnic. I was a driver. The picnic was held at a big, new house. On the patio. Which surrounds an in ground pool. Luckily, no one fell in. Because, really, could have been a recipe for disaster.

My parents were heading back from SC this weekend, so they stayed at TRgirl and Randy's that night. I joined them for dinner. I was cutting up cucumber for the salad when TRgirl said to me, "Why are you cutting them on that?" "Because it's a cutting board?" "We don't use that one. Now I have to wash it."

She also has a kitchen island that you may not put drinks down on.

(Should you come to my house, feel free to use any cutting board you can find. Also, you may put drinks down on all surfaces in the kitchen.)

Today I went over there for breakfast. This afternoon, I went to see Sex and the City. I'll post my thoughts after the jump in order to avoid spoiling anyone.

I enjoyed the movie. The length didn't bother me. And of course, as always, I loved the interaction between the main characters. Especially Charlotte defending/protecting Carrie. What I didn't like? To me the series was always about how a happy ending isn't the be all and end all. That you can still be OK without it. But the movie? Wrapped everything up in a neat little bow. I feel like the message was, "You can still get married and live happily ever after after 40. There's still hope!" Which, eh. Don't get me wrong- I'm not saying I don't want that, I would. But I'm also OK as things stand.

I have lately been railing against societal expectations, and the movie didn't really help my feelings on that.