So there I was, folding a little laundry and minding my own business.
I turned on the TV for distraction and got blindsided by the last third of Steel Magnolias .

Now, I must have seen the movie a dozen times. I know what's coming. I know the good lines . And I know how it ends.

But there I was, surrounded by socks and towels, crying my eyes out.

If I made a list of my favorite chick flicks, Steel Magnolias would have to to be in the top ten. (It's number 40 on this list.)
You can't argue with the great cast, and well-written script.

The good news is that while I was sniffling into my Kleenex I got the clothes folded and put away.

Mission accomplished.