Not much going on today. Feeling a touch under the weather. Enough to keep us home from a Christmas party.
Snuggled in a cozy chair with my soft, cuddly, red furry blanket and a cup of tea.
Watched Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant. Twice.
Bringing Up Baby.
The Philadelphia Story.
Kate and Cary are very funny together. I wish there were more actors like them today.
And writers. We need better writers. Writers that don't resort to potty, wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap humor. I do not like sitting down to watch a movie and finding I have to turn it off within the first fifteen minutes because of awkward situations or bad language.
I wish that bar had never gotten lowered.
On the funny side of the street, my dad got an iPhone a few days ago.
He's been crank calling all of us, trying to figure it out. He called me twice one night and couldn't hear me either time. I called him back to find out what was going on.
"Did you just call me?" I asked him.
"Well, I called you twice. But I couldn't hear it ring. So I don't know if I actually called you," he answered.
"It only rang once. And there was no one on the other end so I hung up," I told him.
"Huh. Are the kids home? I was hoping they could answer some questions for me."
But they weren't home. So I had to send him to Sissy and P. Sorry Sissy.
Fast forward a couple days and he now knows how to text. Sort of. He's been texting the kids all day.
He hasn't quite figured out auto-correct so K's getting some pretty funny messages from him. I told her she should start her own blog, "Texts My Grampa Sends Me".
She's been smiling all night. Thanks, Dad.