Goodbye Old Faithful

Can you REALLY wear out a DVD?  Well, if you can...I have done it.  I know I've joked about this before, but I didn't really think it could happen.  Now what am I going to do? 

If you know anything at all about me, you know I have a pathetic, sad, disturbing obsession with the movie Father Of The Bride (FotB).  Yet to me, my love for the movie is not pathetic, sad, disturbing or obsessive.  To me, the movie is like a faithful friend always there to pick up the pieces when I've had a rough day.  It's like wearing your favorite, most comfortable, worn-in pair of blue jeans.  You know the pair you just can't seem to throw away no matter how many holes they have.  It's the secure feeling of being inside your lovers arms.  The place you feel safest in the world because you know as long as you're in those arms nothing can hurt you.

Well, my Father Of The Bride security blanket is gone.  Last night when it was time for bed I grabbed McGruff and put our (yes, it's McGruff's favorite movie too) favorite movie in the DVD player to watch all.night.long. on repeat as we drifted off to sleep.  This is when the unimaginable happened. 

We were just a few minutes in.  Right around the part where Annie exclaims "I met a man in Rome.  He's American...and we started seeing one another.  And, well...we fell in love...."  You know the part where she tells her parents "the news."  This is when it happened.  This is when my beloved DVD completely froze up and stopped working.  I kept waiting and waiting and waiting for the disc to un-freeze and start playing again like it always will.  Like it has for years.  It didn't.  My panic attack set in as I tried to skip ahead to the next chapter.  It played for a few seconds...then froze again.  I would skip to the next chapter.  And again.  And again.  And again.  FotB just kept freezing up at every.single.chapter I would skip ahead to. 

This is pretty much when I had to pull out the brown paper bag and do breathing exercises. 
If you think my reaction was bad...you should have seen McGruff!  He may never recover from last night's traumatic experience and will likely need years of therapy.  (Obviously, this is the lie I'm telling myself to ease my pain over my slightly crazy reaction to FotB not working.)

My near and dear copy of Father Of The Bride has finally bit the dust.  My comfort blanket is no longer available. 
Needless to say McGruff and I didn't receive much sleep last night.  We were too busy sobbing into our pillow.  (Meanwhile, I'm sure Mr. D was doing a happy jig at the mere thought of never having to watch this movie again.)

Rest In Peace My Dear Friend.  You will always be loved and remembered.

xoxo,
Mrs. D