© 2011 Aaron Atkinson

The Princess Bride

The other evening, Laura and I watched The Princess Bride. It seemed a fitting choice since it is a classic and since she’s never seen it.

A while into the story, right after ‘anybody want a peanut’ and just before the screaming eels – just when it starts to really get good, I leaned over to ask Laura how she liked it. With shock and dismay I saw that she, as she’s often prone to do during movies, had fallen fast asleep.

The fact that she fell asleep during a movie which I had built up so highly felt to me like she’d given me a nice paper cut and poured lemon juice on it! I should have known better than to go against Laura when sleep is on the line, but since my feelings for her are nothing short of wuv, tru wuv I resigned myself to her slumber and whispered adoringly, as you wish. Not wanting her to miss the show I reached for the remote to pause the film, but alas, since I am not left-handed it was just out of reach on the far side of the couch.

As I sat there with her pillowed head on my lap I muttered along in my Italian accent, “Hello. My name is Aaron Atkinson. You fell asleep during my movie. Prepare to sigh.” But sigh she did not. Instead her body twitched, almost like she was running. Almost as if she was chasing a rodent of unusual size through the fire swamp. And then, as quickly as the twitching started, it stopped. I imagined that she was resting well and dreaming of large women. Confused and mildly disturbed by the thought, I quickly imagined that instead, the smirk that had appeared on her lips was there because she was dreaming ahead to this Fall and to our wedding. Yes, that had to be it. She was dreaming about mawage. Mawage is wot bwaught her to swumber tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam….

Then again, maybe she was just tired. Or maybe The Princess Bride really isn’t that good if you watch it for the first time when you’re 25.

No. That can’t be it.

The Princess Bride not good? That’s inconceivable!


  1. Elisabeth, Meg, Jim
    Posted February 13, 2011 at 5:50 am | #

    Oh the pane of our wafter was so pwofuse that awass we could not handow it any wonger. Each of us, sistuh, fadder, und mudder partook of Iocane powder to end the pane of a Cicillian’s gweef. But awass, our long-akwired tahwerwance to Iocane powder bacfwired. Here we sit, qwietwy in pane, in wafter and in a giant’s gweef. Awass we have fawt a good fite, wif weft hand and wite … we have cwimbed a gwate wall onewey to be outwitted by a powder’s wite mite. Awass!

  2. Aaron Atkinson
    Posted February 13, 2011 at 2:14 pm | #

    Whoa! After reading that comment, I’m glad that my tolerance to the poison isn’t that high. 😉

  3. Laura
    Posted February 13, 2011 at 3:52 pm | #

    🙂 One of the many reasons I’m marrying you…you make me laugh!!!!

  4. karn
    Posted February 18, 2011 at 7:07 pm | #

    i like the picture portion…

  5. Aaron Atkinson
    Posted February 19, 2011 at 4:56 pm | #

    Me too, Karen! One of my favs…

  6. Dave J
    Posted March 21, 2011 at 1:48 pm | #

    I’d rather drop a bowling ball on my tongue!

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