On Saturday, my husband and I were fortunate enough to have some people take our children for us.  Not just some people…my awesome dad and bonus mom.  It was so nice.  Bill and I decided we’d go to a movie–it had been forever and we really wanted to see Pirates of the Carribean 4 (I know didn’t that come out like last year or something).  So, we get to the theater and ask for Pirates at 6:30.  I was skeptical and worried because I didn’t see it listed on the big signs.

“Two dollars.”

“What?” we both question

“Two dollars.”

We look curiously at the ticket seller.  She’s a high school student and probably thinks these poor people never get out.

“It’s one of our dollar movie specials.”

“Are we on camera?” Bill asks

“No.”  She is laughing at us.  She is probably telling this story to some other high school girl as I am typing this.

“Two dollars?”  Bill asks again.

“yep.”

So he forks over the two dollars and we walk in like we won the lottery.  But really, a movie for $2.  I am such a cheap date.