"A birthday is the happiest sort of day," said Pooh.

Oct 04, 2009 01:32

Friday: Shitty. Eight-hour shift at work, and I had not worked that long a shift in a while, and my legs protested. Starting to really hate one of my managers, who thinks she's better than everyone else in the store and expects all of us to bow down to her. But I've decided to stop making snide comments under my breath and address it professionally at the next store meeting.

Today: Awesome. Birthday party for me at Grandma's house. Good food and fun times. Sara blew out all my candles in one breath and the cake pans lasted longer than Charlie. But marred when Adam brought some of my birthday cake back to Mom's house for her and Ben. (If they want some, why the fuck didn't they walk over and get some?) Borrowed Grandma's copy of All About Eve and watched it with Sara. Can see why people still talk about Bette Davis. "I've killed people for less, using my eyes alone!"

Tomorrow: Going to see a Moliere play with Grandma. (His humor is lost on Americans, but French and Cajun people dig him.) Possibly going to the funfair at Eva's school.

Oh, and last night I found this rare short film with Victoire Thivisol on YouTube. It's high-quality for YouTube, and Victoire is so grown-up it nearly kills me. Her character's costume and hairstyle aren't flattering, but those old, wise eyes are just the same as they were in Ponette.

work trauma, birthdays, fun times

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