friends with kids

It was raining pretty significantly yesterday.

We're talking drops coming atcha sideways kind of rain. Tree limbs in the middle of the street kind of winds to seal the deal.

If you had told me some raging giant with an anger management issue was trying to beat down my door Sunday night I probably would have believed you.

I probably would have tried to give him a cookie too. Because everyone knows angry giants want cookies. 

Or whiskey. To calm the nerves. 

I have both so either way I'm covered. 

Anyway, to combat the ever-tempestuous northwest weather I decided to take myself to the movies.

(And indulge in a very hot, very chocolatey mocha with whipped cream from Peet's because... Well... Why not?)

 So I saw "Friends With Kids".

And proceeded to spend the next two hours trying to decide whose baby I'd rather have: Adam Scott or Jon Hamm. 

The verdict is still out. 

In the meantime though, I'm going to want to see this movie time and time again.

Perfectly cast, perfectly written - ups, downs, and everything in between. 

Well done, Jennifer Westfeldt (who wrote, directed and starred in the film) (who shall henceforth be known as the lucky woman who gets to go home to Jon Hamm every night). 

I may have a new role model.