I’ve left this blog and quite a few others dormant this last month or so, since my health has taken a rather swift nose dive and real life is a merciless slave driver as I’m sure EVERYONE knows.
But. A few hours ago, a resplendent Bec flew into our room all aglow and announced that, after wanting to watch it since she’d first heard about it, she’d just finished watching Julie & Julia that she thought it was LOVELY, that I’d especially enjoy ‘Julia’s’ … Well its hard to replicate on the page, let’s just go with her exuberant sound… ;) And if Greg didn’t mind did I want to watch it before I went to sleep.
Having been entranced by its concept when Bec first told me about the film months ago, I managed to persuade (and by persuade I mean flippantly ask if he’d mind in a casual manner with a kiss or two for good measure) Greg to let me watch it and carefully went to the lounge to take Bec up on her offer.
WELL! After thinking I’d watch it while doing some other things I was utterly taken by the first ten minutes, turned off everything, shut my computer and started it from the beginning to pay PROPER attention.
I loved EVERY SINGLE MOMENT! It was just, joyous, and fun, and INSPIRING! When I rate it for my darn movie challenge (this is the FIRST movie we’ve seen this month – SLACKERS!) I’ll be rating it out of butter. Delicious, glorious, sticks of butter. And I’m mentally ready to BURST FORTH into the kitchen and cook up a zillion storms and blog about them profusely.
Now if my damn body would just oblige me.
But I don’t care, next week while at Mum & Dad’s I’m planning on taking LIBERAL liberties with their stand mixer and get January & February’s Daring Baker’s challenges done and dusted. And hopefully DELICIOUSLY!
I saw my genius massage therapist, Mr Beaton, today and I’m going to see him again the Tuesday following our return anyway, so he can undo any punishment I’ve done to myself over that week. Which I’m sure wont be that much since my darling partner will be looming over me the whole time making hrrmmmmm faces and generally telling me to rest. WHICH I PROMISE TO HEED.
Mostly.
PS: FORMAL FIFTIES DRESSES WITH POCKETS! WHAT A TRIUMPH!! *adoration*
