Or this was my husband's reasoning, anyway.
Well, around Christmas time we received this movie because, well, I wanted it. I wanted to watch 'Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey' if it was the last thing I did. And since I spend more time adding things to the queue then my husband does, I usually get to pick what's coming next.
Anyway, we sent back dear Nestor, and waiting for the next DVD in the queue, which happened to be the miniseries version of 'The Shining' (which actually follows the book, though Stanley Kubrick's version was all sorts of whack-a-doodle fun) and I stoked for it. Husband, not so much, because he doesn't like horror movies. He likes movies like 'Crank' and 'Ninja Assassin'. I like movies where people are either kissing or people are getting hacked to bits.
Side Note: When Husband worked, he would call home and ask what I was watching/playing on the PS3. If I was watching something dull or romantic (his words, not mine), he'd be home shortly. If I was playing Dante's Inferno (which I am always playing) or watching something gory, he'd take his dear sweet time coming home because that usually meant I'd had a rough day.
He could also tell just how rough my day had been by asking me which circle of Hell I was in while playing Dante's Inferno. Anything above greed was a fair warning that I might be grouchy when he came home.
ANYWAYS.
Days passed and I waited for 'The Shining' to show up so I could watch it and drink my alcoholic beverage of choice, which I bought from the liquor store back on my birthday called 'RedRum'.
Actually, this is really delicious by itself, but super delicious when
mixed with Dr. Pepper.
Unfortunately, it didn't show up. And the queue was full and while I wanted to watch more movies I couldn't because the damn queue was full.
So I finally had enough. I contacted Netflix. They apparently never received 'Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey' and just figured that I never sent it back. But they felt bad that I'd waited so long for the 'The Shining' that they'd send it out at their earliest convenience.
Which happened to be today. I squealed like a little girl at the mailbox.
I plan on watching this tonight, whether Husband likes it or not.

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