And Frankenstein, on Channel 9:

Four people have called and sang to me so far this morning. I love any holiday that requires other people to sing to you.

(I think you can count your birthday as a holiday, right? I distinctly remember being five or six and wondering why June 10 wasn’t marked in red like the other national holidays on my grandma’s calendar. Maybe that makes me spoiled, but I was an only child and the only female grandkid at that point, so birthdays were a pretty big deal.)