Will-O and I had the kids in bed at 7:00pm and popped in a movie at 7:02pm. La Vie En Rose. Another tragic biography of a freakily talented artiste. Holy cats Edith Piaf had some trauma in her days. I am quite pleased that the actress won Best Actress for her performance--good call, Academy. Nonetheless, it pleases me to no end when I get a good flick. We had our popcorn (with our garlic salt touch) and cozy blankets and it was fun fun.
Ooooo, also Will-O and pal repaired our sickly fence--with Scarlet as the foreman, naturally.
Worst Part of the Day-
I had to go to my other (real) job today. Just when I wanted to read the paper, sip coffee and continue wearing my grandmother's flannel nightgown (you should be disturbed by that last part--this bad boy is a floor length flannel nightie that screams Grandma, and yes it was my grandma's until I took it from her closet), I had to get into nurse/work mode. Wah.
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I watched La Vie en Rose on Saturday (sans Erik natch). I told Erik it was "like 'Ray' or 'Walk the Line' but she's female and French and looked 85 when she was 45. You know."
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