Bon anniversaire, ma Mere! Yesterday, my Mum got not just one assortment of cakes (from her daughters, who can't bake)
not two cakes (the second from a friend who is always so kind to remember)
But THREE cakes!
(Okay, yeah, this wasn't her third cake. . . the third was homemade by my Grammy, but my mother's already stuffed it in the freezer before I could take a picture of it).
I made a joke that my mother was like Marie Antoinette.
She didn't get it.
Today I watched "Imagine Me & You". As a whole, the film didn't really grab me (although I love a film which takes place in London). But dear god did it have some funny British sayings in it.
"He'd f*ck an open wound"
"About as useful as a fart in a jam jar".
I look forward to integrating these into my own common northern Va. jabber.