If you don't want to cry...

don't see Marley and Me. What? Too late for that is it? Those marketing people know what they are doing. It's the same way they got us to take the kids to see "Bridge to Tarabithia". I'm not saying they aren't great movies. I'm not saying that I'd not see them if they were more honest about the true weepy content they were hiding. Although they'd have a tougher job getting our asses into the seats if there was full disclosure. At least I can weep openly in the privacy of my own home. Not that the sight of me weeping openly in my kitchen would be a shock to anyone that knows me, but, seriously? Copious tears and lots of snot. I didn't say it was pretty. • Not so spoiler alert • Ok. I'll say it. THE DOG DIES. How did I trick myself into thinking otherwise would happen. Was it the cute blonde couple? Was it the cute blonde dog? They know where they can put their cute, funny blondness. If you have kids and have to watch movies in two to ten parts like we do at our house, when we resumed watching the next night it was like some hideous, back in the day Foldger's commercial. "Watch now as we replace their funny sweet movie with a gut wrenchingly sad story". Yah. We're a wreck over it. But go. Go and rent. Just don't forget the mop and bucket people. Mop! Bucket! I'm going to my happy place now....