Don't call me nana, I mean it!

So on Monday at work, I had this guy ask for some smokes. I go grab them, and, because he looked awfully young, asked for ID. So when I scanned the smokes at it came up with the age-check, I typed in the birthdate, and then got this big red thing saying SALE PROHIBITED. Went, "wtf, did I type it in wrong?" tried again, no, I got the date right, his 18th birthday is NEXT Monday. I point this out to him. He tries to tell me that no, they put the date wrong on the driver's license, it's meant to be the 11th of Oct, not the 10th of Nov. But no, our driver's licenses always put DDMMYY, not MMDDYY. If they got it wrong, he should have sent it back. Whatever the case, I wasn't selling him the ciggarettes. I even had the supervisor and one other operator check. Na, no sale. Come back next week, you dumbass.

Anyway, finished work on Monday and Alan says, "Guess where I got to go tonight?" And he shows me this hospital pass. "Alan Carlton, Maternity Ward" took my brain a couple of seconds... "OH! Tarns is having the babies!" Tarns, fiancee of Alan's son Chris, went into labour on Monday night. Poor darling, they weren't born until 8:00 P.M. Tuesday, 4 November. Twin girls, Danielle and Isabella. They were actually due around the 19th of November. They're staying in the neonatal ward for a wee bit as one of the babies was having some breathing problems.

So, Alan to these girls will be forever known as "Granddad". *huffs* That makes me "Grandma" at 23. :( I guess it's bearable, but thank goodness they didn't ask me to be "Nana" because I would have to beat it out of them.

Fingers crossed that work gives me leave to see my mama...

Alan has an exciting new job prospect, more about it later...

Fin.

peee esss

"I hear banjos. Pedal faster!"

That line cracks me up liek whoa, although Alan says the movie was mostly crap.

Fin.

Also...

Just randomly decided to pick up this book from my bookshelf called "As the Story Goes" by Brian Matthews.

It was passed on to me years ago, like, when I was eleven or twelve, from my cousin (Dimitri, I think) who seemed to think I might find it interesting. At the time, I had no interest in anything but sci-fi. I'm pretty sure he also gave me a book on essays by some Russian dude I can't remember and was bored out of my mind with. Put it aside, at anyrate, in the idea I might someday like it.

Reading it now, and, really, I needed to be an adult who's experience adult things before I could truly get and enjoy some of these passages. It's good, though.

Fin.