Sunday will never be the same.

Wow.

The title of this post might lead you think
that there's something exciting going on
here at the homestead or that some fabulous news
can be found right here and now in the words to come.
Don't get your little hopes up;
neither of those is the case.
It's a line from a song.
Don't you know me by now?
A song!

Here's some proof
that these songs don't exist only in my head
--and I just have to say
that I don't know how the drummer in this band
could sit there and play the drums and expect anyone
to take him seriously when he's wearing
Hoss Cartwright's hat.
I would guess that it could very well be this drummer's
haberdashery choices that kept
Spanky and her gang from
rocketing into musical stardom.
Stop the juke box now. Then watch this.

I told you last time that I was not going to church today
and I wasn't lying. Baby J and I stayed home with
our germs today. It always feels so weird to me
to not go to church on a Sunday morning.
But I have got to get better
and I didn't want to prolong Baby J's illness.
I didn't think he'd be contagious to the other babes at church,
but I didn't want him to go there and be grumpy and
miserable and all that. I hate to be the nursery worker
and be handed a miserable baby that should just be home
in his bed or in his mother's arms. He needed another
good day of napping and rest under his belt.

So while I was home on this Sunday morning,
I spent too much time looking at stuff on-line;
I took a shower during which not one single person
came to talk to me or ask me a question or
report on the behavior of someone else;
I cleaned up the kitchen
(remember, I was worthless yesterday);
and I fixed lunch.
I made a nice salad and spaghetti and garlic bread.
I didn't make any dessert.
There's always enough junk around this place
without me baking an official piece of junk.

They have threatened us with rain today.
I wish that it were raining, but just the threat and the
gray skies are enough to create that cozy atmosphere
that I love. It's not even hot today.
I put on jeans this morning and was
1) happy to know that it will soon be
jeans and sweater weather and
2) happy to see that the jeans I could barely get into
in the spring are now loose and comfy.

Okay...I'm just going to share another video
with you here since it's Sunday and you and I both
have a little extra time on our hands.
I always loved this song by Spanky and Our Gang
when I was younger. It's called
"I'd Like To Get To Know You"
....but I somehow like it less after seeing this video.
What was that Ed Sullivan thinking?
(and what is the message
on the bottom of the screen to my Asian friends?)
No wonder people were taking drugs and being crazy
when this was a current song.
He's got the band singing to themselves in tuxedos.
And please note that the bad hat choices had begun
to spread through the band at this time. One of the
guitarists is sporting a rather inappropriate chapeau.
But I'll just share it with you and be on my way.
I'd like to get to know you, Dear Reader,
but your ugly hat is coming between us.