As I sat on the plane, flying home from Paris, I had a real problem. I had 8 hours on a plane. I had finished all of the reading material I brought with me. They ran out of newspapers to hand out. I do not sleep well miles above the ground. At one point, I came to the conclusion, “Well, I guess I could do work so I don’t have as much to do when I get home.”
That is when I knew that I hit rock bottom. This could not be. Rushing into self-preservation mode, I frantically looked around for something, anything, to do to avoid facing the real life that was awaiting me.
You see, I watch TV and movies so rarely, that I don’t generally take advantage of the free ones at our disposal. This flight, I made up for it.
Along with blankly gazing at several episodes of random TV shows (and coming to the conclusion that I’m not missing much), I flipped to Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs.
This was wayyyyy better than the TV shows, thank goodness!
Basically, it covers the makeshift herd (the wooly mammoths, the saber-tooth tiger, and the sloth) at a time of great change in their lives. The wooly mammoths are having a baby and each of their friends react differently.
The saber-toothed tiger wants to head out for a life of great adventure, leaving his herd.
The sloth decides to become a mother himself, finding giant eggs and stealing them.
Note to self: When encountering eggs that are as big as me, do not seek to nourish or nurture them. Tiptoe away until they are out of sight and then run. far. away.