Tonight I was informed that Chevy Chase is a flaming liberal. I don't care, I love him anyway - at least, I loved him back in the 70s and 80s, when he was cute and Goldie Hawn was hot for him and Dudley Moore was still alive. Those were the good old days.
Elasticwaistbandlady has never seen the movie Roxanne, so when we were on the phone and I said, "Laugh, and the world laughs with you - sneeze, and it's goodbye, Seattle!", it meant nothing to her. But she outsang me during a Debbie Gibson song-fest, and later we joined in singing choruses of "Reproduction" from Grease 2, which she hasn't seen for a long time and still swears up and down is a great movie. I told her my Melanie story, and said she ought to rent it just to make sure it's as good as she thinks. It isn't.
Mel called me on her new cell phone tonight. We broke it in while using our Grandma voices.
"Oh honeyyyyy... just bring that ca-ow in hyeah so Cahter and Rozzeh can hayve theyeah milk. Bosseh, keep yo' tail outta the babies' faces."
"But Grain-maw! That ca-ow ain't pahtty-trah-ayned yit! Whar'd ye git such a foolish ide-uh?"
"From mah ol' daid Grandpappeh."
What - you don't talk to your sister like this?
*Wishing you a happy phone day, with a fun surprise call from someone you love*