Julep: Higher-Brow

Apparently I had not sufficiently recovered from the Ick yesterday to work a long day ... I left at 4:30 and went home to collapse on the couch for five hours and then go to bed. But I DID get to watch Julie and Julia and y'all were right, it was delightful! (And much nicer than Jersey Shore.)

Mr. J came home 30 minutes into the movie and to my surprise was annoyed that I had started watching it without him. I don't know why I didn't think he'd be into it, he loves cooking and he loves movies. And he loved this one.

To his credit, he let me be the one to point out the similarities between himself and the character of Julie's husband. I too am married to a very very kind man whom I do not deserve. At the end of one scene where hubby soothingly talks Julie down from her meltdown o' the day, I looked at Mr. J and said, "You know what that's like, don't you?" He just laughed and said, "Maybe."

On the topics of meltdowns: Twinks, here's to you. For grace under pressure, you have few equals. It's funny how one can shoulder big disappointment and long-running strain but it's always the one more little thing that tips one over the edge. No doubt the plates were adorable and we shall not see their like again.