Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

After a perfectly gergious day yesterday, the low dropped down into the mid-50’s last night for the first time in months. Ol’ Robbo would take that year round.

Sometimes you just can’t win.

Last evening, Eldest wandered in and said, “Watcha doing?”

“Reading an autobiography by Alec Guinness,” I answered, “then I’m going to watch a movie called ‘Operation Petticoat’. You’re welcome to join me.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Cary Grant and Tony Curtis. It’s a screwball comedy about a WW2 submarine.”

“Gawd,” she said. “You are such a nerd! Why can’t you be more hip?”

“But I thought you liked the fact that I’m a nerd. You’ve complimented me on it many times. Are you saying I should do a Steve Buscemi ‘Greetings, fellow kids’ thing?”

Gawd!” she said, “It’s ‘How do you do, fellow kids’! You can’t even get the meme right, you nerd!”

I shrugged. She flounced.

(But I’m guessing not seriously.)

Incidentally, I b’lieve this was my second viewing of “O.P.” I liked it a lot more than the first time I saw it, but I guess I’m simply never going to cotton on to Tony “Yonda lies da castle of muh faddah” Curtis.