I watched The Help, too. That whole movie made me sad. Then I watched The Artist, and ended with The Bodyguard. It was a night for movies beginning with 'The'.
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2."unleash the girly"
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Meeting that I wasn't informed about until one week ago, even though the notices went out in January to a specific, targeted audience (eg. they knew what the maximum number of attendees could be in advance). Room holds sixty, COSILY. Count last week was 80. Told them I would make the room work. Ordered food based on that number. Was able through ingenuity and experience to set the up room on Friday for 90. Receive a call at 10:00 am to order food for a total of 110 people. Food being delivered at 11:30. Said NO to coordinator, said NO to boss, said NO to his boss, said NO NO NO to her boss. For the record, in 30 years, I have never once said NO. And, don't even get me started on the STILL ongoing dramedy that is the envelope/label/mailing fiasco.