There's been little going on in my world lately except work and work. Also, work, with the odd load of laundry. Our oven is broken, so between work and work I call Vinny, the oven repair man who may or may not show up on Monday night to fix it.
I say he may or may not because I didn't make an appointment for repair work with an assistant or manager of the Oven Fix-It Store. No, I did not make an appointment with a someone who will remind him where he needs to be at a predetermined time, but with Vinny himself who sounded like he was fixing someone else's oven and was thus preoccupied. At least I think he was. For all I know he was just sitting in the coffee shop around the corner banging a wrench against a table to sound busy when all he's really doing is killing time.
Anyway, this is the third time Vinny will fixing our oven. The last time he was here I learned that he knows the detective that handled my identity theft case. Small world.
With all the non-cooking going on in our house, I thought I'd take the kids to the movies yesterday afternoon. We saw Where the Wild Things Are and half of you are shaking your heads saying "That really isn't a kids' movie, lady," and to you I say "whatever." It was a good movie for Sophie, not so much for 4 year old Harry, who grew impatient. As for me, a mother of my own Wild Thing, I loved loved loved it. I thought it was great.
You know what else was great? When we stood up to leave I noticed that the man sitting right behind us happened to be one Mr. Gabriel Byrne. SWOON.
I did notice that he was texting a lot during the movie so if anyone follows him on Twitter and he talks about a lady scarfing popcorn during a movie that was me!
I say he may or may not because I didn't make an appointment for repair work with an assistant or manager of the Oven Fix-It Store. No, I did not make an appointment with a someone who will remind him where he needs to be at a predetermined time, but with Vinny himself who sounded like he was fixing someone else's oven and was thus preoccupied. At least I think he was. For all I know he was just sitting in the coffee shop around the corner banging a wrench against a table to sound busy when all he's really doing is killing time.
Anyway, this is the third time Vinny will fixing our oven. The last time he was here I learned that he knows the detective that handled my identity theft case. Small world.
With all the non-cooking going on in our house, I thought I'd take the kids to the movies yesterday afternoon. We saw Where the Wild Things Are and half of you are shaking your heads saying "That really isn't a kids' movie, lady," and to you I say "whatever." It was a good movie for Sophie, not so much for 4 year old Harry, who grew impatient. As for me, a mother of my own Wild Thing, I loved loved loved it. I thought it was great.
You know what else was great? When we stood up to leave I noticed that the man sitting right behind us happened to be one Mr. Gabriel Byrne. SWOON.
I did notice that he was texting a lot during the movie so if anyone follows him on Twitter and he talks about a lady scarfing popcorn during a movie that was me!
2 Comments:
The secret danger of Twitter! Outed as a popcorn scarfer downer!
Gabriel Byrne, I just love him!!!!
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