Saturday: Errands, errands, work for Jeffrey, laundry for me, Mom came over like a rock star and held down the fort while Jeff and I scarfed Indian food and watched Midnight in Paris.
Ok now this movie, I loved. It was just what I wanted it to be, minus Rachel McAdams' unfortunate lower abdomen placement of her belts (shame on you, costume director). Is Marion Cotilliard the most beautiful woman on the planet? Yes, she is. And is Owen Wilson a great Woody Allen that is not TOO Woody Allen? Yes, he is. I think that one might go in our DVD library when it comes out.
We have had some success in our garden this year with strawberries, tomatoes, peppers, and we have eaten 1 artichoke. Actually, Jeff ate the artichoke. I am more an artichoke "dip" girl. When my mom was pregnant with Sarah she craved canteloupe and artichokes. I'd come home from Joy School and sit at the table with my cottage cheese while she dipped artichoke leaf after artichoke leaf in a gram of mayonnaise and down the gullet. I was mystified. I have never really cared for them. Anyway, we have another artichoke but Jeff wanted to let it flower to see how it would look. Voila: