I Feel It In My Fingers...

There's been an Emma Thompson theme lately.

Yesterday, the Monkey and I celebrated what we've now dubbed "Leftover Day" with the Miss family (Mr. Miss, Miss S, Little Miss, and the Mr.-Miss-Sisters -- a naming convention that makes them sound vaguely like a doo-wop group). After dinner, while we let the kids get the last of their strawberry-fluff-inspired energy out before bedtime, we had a rousing game of Harry Potter Scene-It, so naturally there was discussion of Emma...her relationship to Kenneth Branaugh...other films she'd been in...etc. and so on.

Then today, as part of "Solo Saturday," I took myself to see Stranger Than Fiction -- starring, of course, Emma Thompson and Will Farrell. (Side note: see this movie at some point. It was utterly charming and utterly un-Will-Farrell-like and so very Maggie Gyllenhaal. Granted, I've spent the rest of the day narrating everything I do...and fighting off a strong urge to bake something...but regardless, it's really a darling, subtle little movie.)

Tonight? Love Actually was on TNT or TBS or some annoying channel with commercials. I'd watched part of it on Thanksgiving Day before going to visit the TOWWASes, but I managed to catch almost all of it tonight. And oh look: more Emma Thompson being graceful and lovely and such a nice actress. So I've morphed from narrating my every step to humming the "Love Is All Around Me" tune...

Only, given the last few days, I'm thinking of changing the lyrics to "Emma's all around me..." Somehow, I think Billy Mack would approve.