Day 26

Whole Foods -- $30.22

• pasta (2 varieties)
• 3 whole chicken legs
• 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (for the ever squeamish Daughter and Husband)
• a house-brand natural soda (for The Son)
• a slice of pizza (also for The Son -- his usual après cello lesson snack)

Netflix -- $18.35
Monthly membership -- 3-at-a-time unlimited level.

I've got to say, I love our Netflix membership. As do the kids. Even The Husband, who was sceptical for a long time, has joined the bandwagon. He doesn't actively add movies to the queue, mind you, but he does come up with new movies for me to add to the queue.

At the beginning of the summer I gave The Son and The Daughter their own queues and allotted each of them one movie. So, when The Daughter returns her movie, or more commonly, her TV show DVD, Netflix sends her another disc from her personal queue. The same goes for The Son. However, The Son is much more interested in renting movies that we can all watch together.

I alternate between my West Wing discs (I'm now up to Season 3) and movies that The Husband requests. I've got the timing down perfectly. My West Wing disc comes on Wednesday. I begin watching it Wednesday evening on the laptop while The Son is at rehearsal; then finish it at home. If I send the disc back on Thursday, Netflix gets a movie out to us on Friday that we get in Saturday's mail. Saturday is then movie night for The Husband, The Son, and I. Saturday's movie then gets dropped in a box on Sunday, Netflix gets it on Tuesday and the whole cycle begins again.

Sometimes, however, something goes wrong -- as it did this week. Ken Burns' The War was on on Wednesday night so I didn't get my West Wing disc viewed in time to make today's mail pickup. But The Son's disc (Super-Size Me) went back today so I added The Husband's movie choice to The Son's queue. His disc should arrive at the Netflix depository tomorrow and they should send out The Husband's movie, a DeNiro flick called The Score, tomorrow getting it here in time for our Saturday movie night. The Son is a huge DeNiro fan even though he's not allowed to watch 90% of what DeNiro has made. But tonight he made no complaints when I told him that I'd taken over his queue. After all, he'll get to see this one. I checked -- the movie's rated R for language. Please. He's got me for a mother; he's heard it all before. Language in movies is not something that I sensor anymore. Sex, I mind. And graphic violence I mind. But language, not so much.

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