Mush O Meter
Now, when Carly and I want to go see a 'chick flic', or go shopping he doesn't have a choice. He has to go. He might make a face or two, but, he's going, because I say he is.
The last movie we saw was just yuk, pure mush. GAG! I'm sure the writers had to keep buckets by their desks. It was just awful. Freddie kept mumbling something with numbers. I couldn't quite make it out, but it was driving me nuts. I grabbed his chin, turned his face to me and asked him what the hell he was mumbling about. He explained he was scoring the movie scenes on the Mush O Meter. What? What the heck is a Mush O Meter? That, he explained, is something he invented after Carly and I would drag him to these movies. Take the last scene, he continued. Their alone, plus twenty on the meter. Both fully dressed, but she has on something slightly provocative, a little revealing, plus thirty. Small talk, plus five. Kissing, plus fifteen, for a total of seventy on the Mush O Meter.
We went back to watching the movie, but now he would lean over and tell me the score. Plus for this, minus for that, and so on. After a pretty heated scene, he leaned over and said they and got up to a seventy five during it.
Then I had an idea. "Um, Freddie. Want to go up to the balcony and try for an eighty?"
"Plus forty for the suggestion" He said as he led me upstairs.