How did I not know this?

“Tonight, You Belong to Me” is in The Taffetas, a Broadway show. And if it’s from a Broadway show, it’s fair game to use for Dinner Theatre. Score! Add a third harmony part in there, dress up the girls in cute 50s dresses, and we’re off to the races.
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Somebody also uploaded the only scene from The Jerk that I like. Steve Martin, which you probably already knew, is an amazing musician. I want to play uke like this.

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OK, the rest of the scene is dumb, kind of like the rest of the movie, haha — but what a sweet, innocent, lovely song that absolutely has to make you smile. Made my day!

Time for another list like the last two or three I’ve done over the last 4+ years (and that I’m too lazy to search for). It’s good for the soul; it cleanses the BS tolerance palate so you can ingest more without dying.

And I do not mean to be cryptic. This list is flat-out take-it-at-face-value. In fact, misery loves company, so please feel free to add to this list. In fact, I covet your additions. Please…add.

Today’s Hate List

1. Going to bed at 10 because you got up at 3 yesterday, only to wake up at 2:30 a.m. and not be able to get back to sleep until around, oh, 15 minutes before the alarm goes off.
2. All. Political. Campaigns. I swear to the gods, if Congress doesn’t reform the way they’re done, I’m going to appear at rallies with a big ol’ ratty fly swatter and storm the podium every time one of these jokers makes a personal attack on the other. So alert Homeland Security; I’m comin’.
3. Closed minds that think the Bible is a cut-and-dried instruction manual, and that an ape could understand what God obviously wants. (If that is so, why is there not a single Christian denomination espousing doctrine upon which everyone agrees? Why are there fifteen translations and centuries-long bickering about the intent? I’ll stop here for now.)
4. Smelling the remnants of last night’s dinner when you come downstairs in the morning. I spent 15 minutes wiping down my kitchen with Clorox cleaner, washing the walls and taking out the garbage this morning. Juuuuuust what I wanted to do before coffee.
5. This one makes the list every dang time: hateful people. I am ashamed of my unclean thoughts about them, and also about including hateful people on a “hate” list — I know, it makes no sense, but work with me here. I’m in a mood. Look, we’re all damaged, right? Everyone falls down. It’s the people who aren’t the least bit concerned with the building-back-up process that grate on me. Shame, shame, shame.
6. Getting a cold. Yes, fiends, it’s time for my annual Fall Grippe.

OK, time to let fly. What grates on you this day? There has to be something, unless you’re one of those “every day is a unicorn party on a fluffy cloud with My Pretty Pony” type people, in which case you’re #7 on today’s list.

GrumpyFink out.

Random Neuron Firings

Thought for a Monday morning: Do you ever say to yourself, “I need to start writing down these things”? I do, every time I have a really ridiculous or bizarre thought. And believe me, I have many, and on a regular basis, to wit:

• The time is coming when can openers will be obsolete. I grabbed a can of soup and a can of peaches to put in my lunch box this morning, and they both had the pull tabs on them. That got me thinking: I rarely use my can opener anymore. Do you find that as well?
• I am absolutely repulsed by hot tubs. I know I’m the lonely rat cheese on that one, most likely. But the very thought of several dirty butts simmering in the same gurgly stew while their owners eat and drink (and probably swallow the occasional butt-infused water droplet) is so utterly repugnant to me, I can’t get past it. But seeing how it’s 5:26 a.m., I know I have to. And speaking of butts…
• Professional journalism is also on its way to obsolete. You wouldn’t think that a newspaper writer would use the word “butt” in the title of a serious piece of writing, and yet…
• And while you’re reading the above article, you may also notice that polite discourse is going out the window, too. Remember the days of honest letters to the editor? You know, the ones where you gave your real name? They are few and far between nowadays, because it’s a lot more fun to post anonymously so you can get on your inner troll and ride. Each time I see this, I lose a little more faith in what (I fear) makes up the bedrock of the human psyche. Are we really predisposed to cruelty if no one knows who we are? Are we a tribe of one-uppers as homo sapiens, or just as Americans? I’d point to it as a fluke — the rantings of the occasional idiot — but fiends, it’s everywhere.

I have dozens more of these, but I’ll ration them out for the occasional weirdness post. So tell me: do you have any of those “why do hot dogs come in packages of 10, but buns come in packages of 8” type RNFs? Do you, at any time, say, “Hmm, I feel orange today”? Share the oddities; it’ll take your mind off the fact that you have five more days before you can put your feet up again.

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That’s what I’m calling my parlor (and OK, my living room with the comfy sofa in it) today. What a great day yesterday of laughter, family and friends, fantastic gifts, grandchildren and CAKE.

Lots of cake.

Thank you to all who posted birthday greetings here yesterday. It was a wonderful day. The Js just left with their dad, and now I’m back to work. Time to make the donuts again for another week at school.

But maybe just one more cup of coffee and maybe one episode of West Wing first…

Onward!

BirthdayFink

Not because it’s my barfday and I am 39 again. Rather, I get to see some very special family and fiends today, then the Js are staying the night with us. What could possibly make today better? Well, having Mr. A (grandson #3) spend the night with us too, but he’s awfully little right now. So I’ll settle for seeing him this afternoon.

But those of you with grown children know what a joy it is to be able to see them all on the same day. With family and BFF Kay/Bob and RD/Bonnie stopping by, all will be aces.

That, and it’s Saturday, and the first week of school is in the books. Oh, and there will be cake. CAKES. Could today get any better, seriously? Hmm. Maybe if you stopped by…