I aint'nt dead. Julie & Julia Edition.

Ok, wisdom teeth are gone, the two weeks of hell that followed aren't worth chronicling, except that I'm not fond of Vicodin for more than about two days.

I just saw Julie & Julia, and HOLY GODS IN HEAVEN OR WHEREVER DO I ADORE THIS MOVIE! Screw G. I. Joe, (which I haven't seen and don't care,) screw Transformers 2, which sucked, even screw Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince, which I loved. I love this movie with the passion of ten thousand fiery suns, there isn't one minute of it that I didn't adore, Meryl Streep was PERFECT, Amy Adams was PERFECT, the butter at the Smithsonian made me a bit teary, but not quite as much as the shots of Julia's kitchen at the Smithsonian, especially since her copper pots and the pegboard that Paul made with all the outlines of the pan are now part of the exhibit, having been donated last week by the museum that had them. I sniffled my way through this movie, happily, and there is roast chicken and brie and wine and bread and peaches for dinner.

This. This movie. Just...this.