Wednesday, October 11, 2006

because i needed some cheering up...

(one coughing child who sounds like rod stewart, one child flowing rivers o' snot, one husband with sore throat, my own sinus issues, a friend's family funeral that i can't attend, a friends' anniversary that i can't acknowledge, the constant rain and the snow (SNOW!? WTF!!??) to follow quickly thereafter, and oh yeah - the threat of a nuclear holocaust...)

i actually forced myself to watch this:



and no, that stupid schpedoinkle song will not cheer me up either.



ok, i take that back.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

well, it cheered me up...reminded me of Curley singing "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" from Oklahoma. Gotta hand it to Trey and Matt, they actually do get musicals. But why didn't you post the reprise of "Let's Build a Snowman" where Swann finds a less receptive audience for his Polyannaish song? That makes me very cheerful...

mamazilla said...

yeah, "anonymous".

hmmm... who else reads this blog and writes the words oklahoma, musicals and polyannaish in a comment?

don't you have work to do???!! is there a reason you torture me from afar!? see, this is what i get for saving mankind (from your incalculable weirdness and that immeasureable rah rah thing you do) by marrying you.

first, you call me to tell me you've got a sore throat - so sore in fact, that you might be coming home. BUT! not so sore that you'll be able to play volleyball this evening.

then, you're asking how long it will take for me to hem a pair of pants that i think you're actually wearing right now.... here in chicago... where there is rain and deep, dank, dirty puddles...

yeah. kiss my *ss, mr. cheerful.

flahute said...

I've been known to use the words "oklahoma", "pollyannaish", and "musicals" in a sentence before; typically right before bursting into my impression of Ethel Merman singing "San Francisco, open your Golden Gate" ...

Although sometimes I wonder if your husband should be a Log Cabin Republican! <grin>

mamazilla said...

velokatz - remind me to never get stuck with you and the thin man in a karaoke bar after finishing off a bottle of bombay sapphire or whatever you freaks drink.

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