My husband came home from Target and pulled a DVD out of the bag. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Growing up, we had a VHS tape of Ferris Bueller that we recorded off of TV. I watched it more times that I can count and loved it every time. But I haven’t seen it in over ten years.
My husband turned it on and I sat down next to him on the couch with my iPad, intending to write my slice while I watched the movie. As Ferris started running through his favorite ways to fake out the parents about being sick, all thoughts of writing left my fingertips and I was transported to Chicago for the ultimate Day Off. A day that could never really happen, but we all wish we had experienced. A day that kept me from writing, or even thinking of something to write about, for my slice.
I can’t remember the last time I watched an entire movie without doing something while I watched it.
“That’s a classic,” my husband declared as the credits came to an end.