This evening, Susan and I walked to Giant Eagle to prepare for Snowmageddon, Round II. After discovering that there was no milk* or bread, we took refuge in the fact that there were still movies for rent in the Redbox. While standing in front of the Redbox deciding whether or not to get a movie, this is the exchange that occurred:

Susan: Should we get a movie?
Molly: We don't really have anything to do...
Susan: But I could do school work and go to the gym...
pause...
Susan (in a whisper): But right now I'm just scratching my crotch...
longer pause while I laugh a lot...
Susan: I'm still doing it.

We decided not to get a movie.

*There was, however, soymilk. The grocery store trip was not in vain.