I finished my day yesterday by going to eat at my favorite white-trash restaurant, Cracker Barrel, then going to see the new Harry Potter movie. It was good (both the food and the movie). During the movie, my phone (set on vibrate) kept buzzing, so I had calls to return when I got home. I spoke with both sons and with one sister. My mother-in-law had left a message. I got several birthday greetings on Facebook.
In honor of my new status age-wise, I've replaced my photo with one my spouse took of me yesterday. People keep complaining that I don't smile in photos. If they had my husband taking their photos, they'd understand why. I start off the photo shoot with a big smile. But then, perfectionist that he is, he has to adjust this and that, change the lighting, play with the flash, take more photos "just in case," and in various ways, turn what was meant to be one candid shot into an hour-long ordeal. By that point, my smile has long since worn off. It's all I can do not to frown! I love the man dearly, but he is such a nitpicky person when it comes to photography that he could probably drive Mother Teresa into a fit of cursing. Good thing he never tried to do baby photography. Most of the good photos we have of our boys as infants were ones I took.
I need to get my new photo scanner set up so I can begin the project of scanning in our family photos. I've been encouraging my husband for YEARS to do it, and he always has one excuse or another. Because he would be quite likely to turn scanning one photo into an all-day project, I've decided that quick and sloppy (i.e., the way I do it) would be better.
Just a couple of strange things that have occurred to me and aren't related to anything else: I've noticed that some Michigan natives say "ash-fault" for "asphalt" and add the word "out" to "share" and "report" (as in "share out the results," or "report out the details"). Weird.
Speaking of verbal things, Ellie had commented on her blog recently that she couldn't think of many phrases or sayings related to heat, but she could think of many such sayings related to cold. I think I can help her: hot as hell, hot as hades, hot as dog breath, hot as boiling lava, hot as burning coals, hot as blue blazes (blue flame is supposedly the hottest), hot as a sauna. Now let me see if I can invent a good one: hot as the shower when someone flushes the toilet. (That's something I've realized at my studio apartment--we appear to be connected plumbing-wise, and if I'm showering and someone elsewhere in this group of nine apartments flushes--well, ouch.)
My sister Sheila and I were talking about some of these new toilets that flush a little bit too enthusiastically. There's apparently one where she works that scares her, it's so strong. We laughed at the idea of her getting a butt hickey from the suction. Most people are too sophisticated to laugh at that. Fortunately, Sheila and I are happily white-trash enough to find it hilarious.
On a final and sad note, author Frank McCourt has died. Such a good writer.
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