I didn't have work this morning and I was soooooo excited to sleep in. Well at 6:30 this morning, my wonderful little dog/son woke me up with a cold nose in the face. He had to go outside. I dragged my butt out of bed and took him out with every intention of going back to sleep.
Well, that didn't work. I always, always sleep with the T.V. on and when I laid back down, Dumbo was on.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and started wiping my eyes quickly. Boyfriend sat up quickly and was like, "Baby? What's wrong? What happened?"
And I said in between sobs, "Dumbo's mom got put into solitary confinement."
He looked at me like I'd grown a second head, but then being the good boyfriend that he is, he just hugged me while I cried into his shoulder.
I was blubbering and complaining through tears and I know he couldn't understand a word I was saying, but it was something like this, "Disney is so awful. They killed Bambi's mom, killed Simba's dad, left Cinderella without parents and with a mean step-family, Little Mermaid didn't have a mom. Why do they have to make everything so sad?"
He just kept shushing me and finally went back to sleep. I've been up every since deciding on whether or not to write Disney a letter and ask them to stop depressing me. I'm pretty sure they are in cahoots with the anti-depressant companies. Disney gets a portion of every profit they get from kids that need to be put on meds because of Dumbo.