Confession: I think I should start numbering my confessions. If I did, I think this would be Confession #457 on this blog. Okay, sorry. Here’s the real confession: Sometimes when I’m having a rough couple of days, I pull all my favorite movies off the shelf, lay in bed, and watch only my favorite parts from my favorite flicks on my laptop.

I told my new roommate that the other day, and she looked at me like I was crazy. Am I crazy? Am I alone here? Doesn’t anyone else ever crave the comfort of jammies and the parts of the movie that make my insides all warm and squishy. You know what I mean. That point where the bone-headed hero finally realizes that his life is pointless without her. That moment when he realizes that the girl he thought he was in love with pales in comparison to the girl who’s been his best friend. That instant when he decides he doesn’t care if there’s a curse, he’s in love with her and he doesn’t care if she has a pig’s nose (okay, that’s really only in Penelope, but it’s an excellent movie!).

I’m not alone am I?

Please tell me that I’m not the only one watches just my favorite scenes because–by definition–they’re my favorite parts of the movie.