What made you smile today?

I made myself laugh out loud today.
And in the morning too!

We're having a federal election campaign.
I'm in a riding which is considered to have some value, and has potential for swing.
So the campaigners are all over the place.
In between us and the subway in the morning.

I've been getting a bit verbal with some of them.
I'd already called three of the majors in the summer to say that whoever forced an early election ... was not going to get my vote.

I've been telling the candidates what I think if they manage to buttonhole me.

This morning it was the conservatives' turn.

Front man handing out brochures ... "I don't think so!" stompstompstomp
Local candidate ... "I'm Peter ... and this is ..." and sticks out hand. "NO!!"
stompstompstomp

Both of them seemed a bit taken aback.
I realized that I'd given them 'THE LOOK', and that my "I don't think so" might have had a bit more Scotch Bonnet bite than I'd intended.
Oops.

I've never actually frightened political campaigners before.

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if I'd realized the "this is" was Peter MacKay I probably would have stopped to speak to him - but I'd already invested in my stomping

Good for you, Beth. Good for you.

Cole found a card I'd gotten for my birthday. A woman with a plush bottom (snagged that term from bethie) was posting fliers about her missing dog who happened to be lodged in her butt-crack. Anyway, Cole found the card on my desk and was commenting on it. He's 2. He said something like, "ooooh, anna nuommba in the moomum anna BUTT!" Heehee, hard to explain. I sat him down and started some video tape rolling to see if I could replicate it - not really. Too bad. Was verra funny.

Hmmmm little k, am I the first to notice that there is something distinctly Asian-Communist about your avatar now?

Like it's ... the Chinese Laika.

My absolute favorite client made me smile today.
Everyday I see her, I smile.
She is a great woman and a FABULOUS mother..
>sigh<


gotta love her. :-)

I went to a birthday party for a 90 year old woman of my acquaintance. She had 40 family members, kids, grandkids, and great grandkids, as well as many of her friends. She has all her marbles, and it was a pleasure to hear her speak to the people gathered in her honor.

People I care about wishing me a Happy Birthday made me smile.
It's my birthday today.

Have a good one, Kehoe!

My aunt sent a Christmas present to me via her grandson, my Godson. He stopped by here this evening on his way in, returning to school after Christmas break. She sent sweaters for both myself and my husband. So thoughtful. And hubby actually likes his sweater.
I'm smiling.

Happy birthday Kehoe.

Some kind of lipreading record yesterday -- sozlet asked me to sing her the song about "the jingle Irishmen." I kept asking if that was really what she was saying (yes) and trying to figure out what she could possibly mean. Concluded I must have it wrong, brought in E.G.; he confirmed she was saying "jingle Irishmen." Asked for more info, she said "you know, 'whenever you go out, the people always shout...'"

Oh, "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!"

9 days of no smoking. But it makes me grimace as well.....

Congratulations on 9 days!

(It should start to get easier by next week. Hang in there!)

Very proud of you, Prince G!

{smooch}

Ooh, what is that delicious cologne you're wearing? I never could smell it when you were smoking.

Congrats! The first week is tough.

WOW!

GO G!!!!!!

Today, I flew from the west coast of the U.S. to the east coast. Portland OR to Cincinatti OH on a big plane. And then, after a layover there, on a much smaller plane home to Charlottesville. A much smaller plane. I checked my luggage through from Portland to Cville because I knew that the plane from Cincy to Cville was so small that even the smallest of "carry-on" bags would not fit in the overhead compartments. They would be taken away at the entrance to the plane and be added to the checked luggage,
I walked towards the little plane, armed only with the book I am reading. There was this kid, well maybe not a kid, collecting carry-on luggage that will not, in fact be carry-on. He asked me what am I reading.
I pretty much said "huh?" He repeated the question.
Finally, I was able to stammer that it is about the sport of boxing and, while I have no interest in the subject, the writing is awesome. The author wrote for The New Yorker for decades.
The baggage handler's eyes lit up. "The New Yorker? Did you know that everything that has ever appeared in The New Yorker is now (available)?
My folks gave me that for Christmas"
(I may have the logistics of the deal wrong)
I started up the steps to the the little airplane just as the kid tried to deal with an angry woman unhappy about not being able to carry her bag on-board.

I hope your flights were uneventful otherwise, rjb. The book the kid mentioned sounds like the enormous one my brother received for xmas with thousands of New Yorker cartoons - though I can't swear that it's every cartoon ever published.

They have a set of CDs or DVDs or something with EVERYTHING. It looks pretty interesting. Expensive, though.

Book plus 8 DVDs for $63.00 - which doesn't sound so expensive, especially/even when you regard the (reduced) subscription prize of $46.00. :wink: