I'm so ashamed. While all you guys were spending the day reading books about doomed, angst-filled protagonists getting shoved along to their various unhappy fates, I was watching Tangled. And loving every minute of it. It's the Disney take on the tale of Rapunzel, with a stolen princess, a wicked stepmother, a handsome thief, and some anthropomorphized animals (a chameleon and a horse). And even a Disney bluebird or two. I laughed, I cried, I kissed the afternoon good-bye. Great fun. Did I mention how ashamed I am?