I just wanted you all to know.
my middle name is Prescott.
Now you know why I go by Scotto.
My first name, Gregory, I share with my father, and his. That, too, is why I go by Scotto.
What’s your middle name?
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30 min to launch.
My happy thought is still working. The power of blueberry muffins.
I wonder if I’ll have time for some real food on the way there? I think so, unless the cab is late.
ARTIST: Trad and Anon
TITLE: Sipping Cider Through a Straw
The prettiest girl the prettiest girl
I ever saw I ever saw
Was sippin’ ci- was sippin’ ci-
Der through a straw der through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin’ cider through a straw
I said to her, “What ya doin’ that fer”
A sippin’ cider through a straw”…
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We both sipped cider through a straw…
Every now and then, that straw would slip
And we’d sip cider lip to lip…
That’s how I got my mother in law
By sippin’ cider through a straw
Now forty-nine kids, all call me Pa
From sippin’ cider through a straw
t minus 1.75 hours and counting
going to the study tonight, getting a little more nervous. *must think happy thoughts* got one.
Going to get a blueberry muffin from the vend-o-mat and have it for a tasty before beddybye snack.
Cider thinks she’s going to dupe me into a false sense of security, by pretending she fears my word knowledge. feh. She does debate for fun. She’s a girl in a tech field. She wears glasses and is a self-proclaimed klutz. I know a brainiac when I see one (even if aforementioned brainiac is a vision of unequalled wit and can wear a wonder woman costume in public. We all know that those gals from paradise island are all frickin’ computo-brain propellerhead smarties.)
We shall see. indeed, we shall.
Welcome back my friends….
to the show that never ends.
Can I get a Good Morning?
Alleleu! The sun is shining, the cat is playing, the A/C is running, and I am ready for a new day.
Why such a good mood, heck, I don’t know. I’m not going to question it today.
Song running through my head this morning – more muppet stuff… those guys are permanently lodged in my skull, it seems.
If I Were
Kermit – “If I were…”
If I were a poet,
I would write a sonnet.
It would say “I love you.”
Your name would be upon it.
If I were a farmer,
I’d give you a bunny.
If I had a beehive,
You would get free honey.
Fa la la (many times)
If I were a baker,
You could have a cruller
If I were a painter,
Choose your favorite color.
If I had some diamonds,
I’d give you a few,
Anything to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la, etc.
Did you guess my secret?
I am not a poet.
Couldn’t write a sonnet,
And I think you know it.
I am not a farmer,
Can’t give you a bunny.
I don’t have a beehive,
Sorry ’bout the honey.
Fa la la, etc.
I am not a baker,
Don’t know bread from batter.
And I am not a painter,
And it doesn’t matter.
I don’t need a present,
All I have to do
Is look at you to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la, etc.
Couldn’t sleep.
Ate some sharp cheddar cheese and crackers, water.
Changed my wallpaper to pretty apples. 🙂
Feeling sort of dopey… Time to try sleep again.