It's a beautiful day here on The High Plains o' New Mexico... The Deity At Hand finally turned off the wind machine and has graced us with a crystal-clear day with temps in the mid-70s as a reward for our forbearance over the last week. We really SHOULD have our windows and door open and should be listenin' to our own music. But we're not; while we DO have the windows and door open we simply couldn't be bothered to choose suitable music for this day. So: In Pandora We Trust -- specifically the Annie Lennox station, which is nothing more than one heartbreak tune piled upon another. Like this:
Strange music for a beautiful day, eh? But it is what it is and we shall get back out on the verandah to continue as we've begun.
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this shipOh... shut UP, Dido. No one wants to hear that krep, with one possible exception.
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
Strange music for a beautiful day, eh? But it is what it is and we shall get back out on the verandah to continue as we've begun.
Hey! It's now Sunday. Where's the wall-to-wall coverage of my GLORIOUS BLACKHAWKS win over the Kings last night??? Do your duty and get on the job! :)
ReplyDelete(Whenever Sir Buck deigns to arise, that is.. :) )
Where's the wall-to-wall coverage...
DeleteI have a suggestion about what to do with yerself this afternoon, but it might be anatomically impossible. For you. ;-)