Monday, January 2, 2012

Record Store vs Music Store.


My daughter Christine came downstairs and hubby was watching the Romans and Saxons kill each other. We went outside and she told me the floor upstairs was shaking with the noise from the movie. I said, "It's that sound-around thingy." She said, "You mean surround sound?" Whatever.

I can't keep up with the new words I should use. I took my granddaughter to buy something at an electronics store and I came in the house all excited and said, "Christine! Cherish bought a drawing machine." Cherish said, "Grandma, you are so old." True. It was a computer for drawing. Whatever it was, I was happy for her.

I once said to my granddaughters, "Let's go to the record store. I haven't played a record since the eighties, but old habits die hard.


Update on June at the Casino:

After we left the casino, June was playing at a slot machine and a man sat next to her and started playing. He turned and said, (and I am not kidding) "My wife doesn't understand me." June said, "I don't want to hear about your wife!" He got all mad and left.

June looked at his slot machine and saw he left his money in it: $35. She took it out and waited for him to come back for it. He never did. She looked for him, but he was gone. She had lost her gambling money so she took his and got to play longer. Not bad! Already the new year has been good to her!