Why is that?!? Oh my god, I've turned into John Boehner. I never used to be that that way. My parents weren't that way but my father in law was a crier, so I'm not sure I can blame genetics. Maybe its a environmental thing.
Last night there was nothing on the tube (I could care less about the Pro Bowl) so we ended up watching this Hallmark made for TV movie called The Lost Valentine with Betty White and Jennifer Love Hewitt. It was the prototypical story about a lost love, sent to war and never to return. His widow keeps a vigil for him for 60 years.
By the end of the movie I was balling like an idiot. I first noticed this phenomenon about 5 years ago. - That's it! ... maybe its a 40 thing, like loosing your eyesight. (That's a whole other story - as I sit here and write this with a size 24 font so I can see the damn thing, but I digress.)
Even the commercials are getting me - some sappy thing about a guy who saved all the birthday cards his kids ever gave him and I well up. Don't even get me started on the Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty one - I have to change the channel.
I'm only 45 now, but at this rate by the time I'm 60, I'll be that blubbering old guy in the corner of the theatre that you don't want to sit by. Danielle - Taylor, when you two get married - I'll pay for it, but bring lots of Kleenex.