Closet Chick

I have a confession. I watch movies. Alone. I love movies and tolerate TV. Since I have had a little (unemployed) time on my hands these past few months, I have found myself watching about a movie a week on my computer via Netflix. I usually watch action / war flicks that I know the wife would not care for.

Well . . . the other day I found nothing on Netflix that interested me other than this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozRK7VXQl-k&feature=player_embedded

The story is about cooking (which I enjoy - all the great chefs are men!). The story is also about blogging (which I also enjoy). Other things I enjoy?: Stanley Tucci, Meryl Streep's depiction of JC and Amy Adams (not hard on the eyes). I also enjoyed the depictions of the two couples' married life - you don't see many happy marriages in the movies these days.

So I enjoyed the movie. There. I said it.

Doesn't make me a chick. Why, just this morning I went to the gym and benched . . . well, the point is I went to the gym . . .

I could take ya.

(and I make a mean pork chop in bbq/raspberry reduction with feta cheese)