I own a copy of the Armageddon DVD.
I cry at the end EVERY TIME.
Ugh, I KNOW.
Anyway, now that that's behind us... It was a good weekend. I bought a juicer, and juiced some shit. I went with my man to get one and this was our conversation:
Me: I'm going to start juicing.
Him: Like, steroids?
He is ri-goddamned-diculously cute, that guy. That night we had some carrot/celery/apple/orange juice.