The Goods

I wish I could say that I’ve been reading anything of real merit lately, but alas, the truth is that I have been falling asleep after marathon viewings of Dexter, Season 1.  TWGH got the DVDs for Christmas, and we’re averaging three episodes a night.  It is so damn good and so damn weird.

Aveda “Pomegranate Juice” lip gloss.  Enough said.

I worship my Keurig coffee maker like it’s a god.

Atonement

I almost categorized this entry as “film,” but then I thought, “who says, ‘I’m going to see a film’?”  Don’t most people say, “I’m going to the movies”?  If not, they should.  ‘I’m going to see a film’ sounds like you are someone who wouldn’t see something with Will Ferrell in it, and that’s crazy, because that scene in Elf when he burps really loud and long and asks, “Did you hear that?!”  is pure cinematic gold.  Seriously.  I haven’t seen the ice skating one, so I can’t comment on that.  It looks kind of stupid.

However.  Atonement was wonderful.  I loved the book.  Ian McEwan seems to have two modes.  Writer who writes beautifully crafted characters and rich, but realistic, storylines, and Writer who writes beautifully crafted characters and rich, but DAMN depressing, storylines.  Because I liked the novel so much, I was expecting to be a little disappointed by the film.  I wasn’t.  I really, really liked it.  It was gorgeous to look at, the acting was seamless, and really, James McAvoy was genius.  Not to mention hot.  AND, BONUS:  Keira Knightley wasn’t nearly as pointy-looking as usual and her smile seemed to be in proportion to the rest of her head throughout the entire movie.  I even forgot it was her and that she bothers me!  Hooray!  Now I can go back to envying her for being in Jane Austen movies and partying in the Bahamas with Johnny Depp.

Don’t Quote Me on This

Never mind the fact that today I’ve painted, I’ve built cities out of an unnatural substance called Moon Sand, I’ve participated in the creation of a cardboard mansion for Cinderella Barbie, and I’ve visited a Natural History museum,  the true defining parenting moment of my day came in the form of this comment to my two lovely children, whilst driving down the road in the pouring rain:

“If you are supposed to flush it down the toilet, it’s probably not something to use as a toy.”

Nice.