make my heart sing

Raise your hand if you've seen Where the Wild Things Are.

Ian and I saw it last Sunday in Santa Barbara's lovely Arlington Theater. We ate Red Vines and held hands and Oohed and Aahed. Perfection.

Gone Wild

I can't hardly wait for this Friday. It seems like I've been drooling over Where the Wild Things Are trailers and eating up reviews for months now. Is there anyone else out there who, like me, grew up reading Maurice Sendak's classic? Did you tromp around in footed PJs pretending to be a ferocious Wild Thing?

If you haven't already, you must check out the official website. It's beautiful.