In a Mood

Man, I am really in a mood tonight. I blame it on the SweetTarts I ate at the movie this afternoon. After I had lunch with D at the airport (he flew to Denver), I headed to see The Devil Wears Prada. I stopped at a gas station for gas and candy beforehand and bought SweetTarts. I so regret it now. That kind of sugar does not sit well with me, yet I love it. It makes me crash and feel sluggish. It also makes me look older the next day because my skin doesn't look great after eating it. But I still eat it. I'm a smart cookie. I just got back from a walk with T&E and it was so difficult. Getting up that hill killed me today. Tomorrow I must eat better.

Yestererday we stopped by a bakery that is very close to us in the local village center. They have all sorts of sweet stuff. I bought a piece of chocolate buttermilk cake with cream cheese frosting. It was absolutely delicious. Usually when I go to places like that where the desserts are really pretty, they are too rich or just not good. This was perfect. This type of sugar sits much better with me.

What else? Oh, the movie. It wasn't horrible, but I wouldn't recommend it. Meryl Streep looked excellent and plays her character perfectly; Stanley Tucci was the best character of the the movie; Anne Hathaway annoys the heck out of me not matter what she does. The movie was as fluffy as the book. This is the first time I can say that the book was not better than the movie; they're about the same: fluffy and meaningless. Hathaway's character gives another character a Marc Jacobs handbag as a gift (a $1900 freebie from work). Handbags/purses baffle me. The girl in the movie squealed about how pretty it was. It was so ugly. I'm perplexed by this. I see women walking around all the time with these butt ugly handbags that cost a fortune and they seem very pleased with themselves. I guess I am not destined to understand the minds of fashionistas.