My default mood is generally foul, but sometimes, the littlest things can crack me up/make me fleetingly happy. There's been three instances this week that stand out in my mind.
1. From my friend Karen, via text message: "That Orson Welles video totally cheered me up too. I love your twitter. 'Take two.' 'MWAAA THE FRENCH.'"
Here's the video Karen's referencing (it's a classic):
I'm more partial when he babbles, "Jussst doanything?" and when he slurrs, "... a Cal-if-fornnia champagne by Paul Muh-sssonn."
2.) At a fundraiser, people asking me, "Are you a professional photographer?" Considering the 16 year old intern that was the greeter thought I was in high school, this was an ego boost. (Or, maybe, ego stabilizer.)
(Sidenote: What is it about a larger camera — and in this case, one with an extra flash — that automatically makes people think I'm a professional photographer? I get this more than often. I take photos for my job, but I'm not a professional photographer. [I mean, no professional would use a Canon! Or so I'm told. By Nikon elitists.] I always lol a bit inside when they ask. Some lady even tried to grab my camera and see what type it was. [That was just annoying. Anyway.] Geez.)
3.) And finally, a winning bit of conversation between me and my boss:
My boss: "Did you get EZPass yet?"
Me: "No."
My boss: "I'm going to murder you."
Keep in mind, this conversation happened within ear shot of at least one stranger. (Stranger danger!)
