Tonight, Dave and I went out and saw Changeling. I'm not a big Angelina Jolie fan but she was good in this film as a single mother whose little boy disappears. I cried. I always do. A few months ago, I went on a Netflix tearjerker bender and saw The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Gone Baby Gone and Away From Her. Five-tissue movies, every one of them. My all-time favorite sobfest is Terms of Endearment, especially that scene when Debra Winger says goodbye to her two kids. I'm not one to cry in real life (well, other than the first year after Max was born), but I am perfectly content to lose it at the movies.