Between putting in time at his current household project of remodeling our formerly mint-chocolate-chip powder room and serving as a model for my quilt blocks, the love of my life somehow found a couple of hours yesterday to go to the movies with me.
We saw "Julie and Julia," and absolutely loved it. Streep is spectacular and very, very tall. Amy Adams is her usual perfectly adorable and credible self. We laughed and laughed and laughed -- in my case until the tears came -- and yet none of the humor felt forced. It wasn't all funny, however; there were moments of poignancy over Julia's childlessness, if you'll pardon a bit of a play on words.
This is a movie that I predict will become part of the canon, much like "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."
If you haven't seen it, do.
One caution, however: Before going to the show, purchase the ingredients you'll need for Julia's boeuf bourguignon. Because when you come out of the theatre, all you'll want to do is go home and make it.