Marti picked up a "chick flick" for me yesterday. The Notebook with James Garner.

I didn't think it would be that good since I didn't hear much in the way of reviews, but it was good.

It was so sad at the end that I cried.

Not your normal "movie cry" where a tear runs down the cheek and if you are really good about it, the person sitting next to you may not even know you're crying.

It was a full on sniveling sobbing cry that lasted a good 20 minutes to and through the end of the movie.

I cried so hard I threw up.

I haven't done that since Schindler's List!!!

Now, granted, this movie was not nearly as moving as Schindler's List was. But then again, I wasn't pregnant when I watched Schindler's List, either.

Yes, I think The Notebook was sad, but I think I bawled like a baby because of the hormones racing through my veins right now.

Good times!

I'm just glad we weren't in a theater with other people! Marti and I both got a chuckle out of it, but I would have been totally embarrassed if I was around anyone else.