Sissy, Can You Hear Me?

Yesterday, Superman left for a two-week biz trip to war-torn regions of Africa. I'd made him a list of what to pack, including Tums, granola bars, water, and Advil. He got his shots and prescriptions. Despite all preparation, Dish has already adopted her Sissy Spacek-in-Missing persona and is in drama-queen flashback mode over the good times--the endless Jim Carrey and Judd Apatow movies, his success at getting me to try octopus, my spilling a drink on him during a movie, all the cake and cookies we've consumed. In Missing, Sissy's husband goes missing and she returns to the region to investigate and follow the path leading to her husband's fate. It's emotional and haunting. What would I do if Superman went missing? What would be appropriate after dating only three months? At 6'4, oblivious to danger, and very into pastels, he's an easy mark. Dish will try to forget and focus on work, or rather, tonight's Golden Globes. If anything can distract me, it's the stars!