Potteritis

I've been oficially diagnosed. My brain is swollen with Harry Potter and I feel I may just die waiting until tomorrow for my mom to come and babysit so we can go. Of course there were midnight showings last night. Had I not had my head so completely involved in a book I would have noticed the time and attempted a teenage inspired sneek out. Alas, it is for the best. I fear my dear hubby Marc might have changed the locks to the house while I was out curing my disease. So, until tomorrow...