Get out there and do that thing! Follow that dream! Just so long as it’s not at bedtime.
My Saturday night was going pretty well until I realized it was Sunday.
Welp. The long weekend is over and the work week is looming. God help us all.
I may have mentioned before that I would be moving. Well, that plan finally came to fruition this week and if nothing else, I’ve learned that I’m getting too old for this crap. Next time I move, it will be after having won the MegaMillions lottery and a team of movers will swoosh in to sort, pack, and move my stuff as I observe from the sidelines. Oh, who am I kidding? If I win the MegaMillions lottery, the only thing I’ll be packing is a suitcase as I plan my getaway across the ocean.
It takes me over three hours to watch a two hour movie because of all the Googling. I know I know that actor from something…now what was it? That actor was in that thing with that other actor, you know, the one from that show we watched four years ago? I’m telling you, that guy is married to the woman who was in a movie I saw ten years ago and her mother was a famous classic Hollywood actress from back in the day and you know what, they look amazingly alike. And then I have to prove what the hell I’m talking about so… yep, more Googling. Or, doesn’t that character remind you of that completely different character from that entirely different t.v. show that isn’t on anymore… and here we go down the rabbit hole of Google searches.
Such a teeny tiny little Froot Loop! It was almost too cute to eat. Almost.
Truer words were never spoken.
There is a Mockingbird somewhere in the trees around my condo complex. Every morning I hear him calling out for a mate. His song of choice? A car alarm. He’s got it down pretty good too. Can’t dance to it. But still. The bird’s got talent.
Of course, the Lyrebird reigns supreme in the imitation game; their mimicry is unparalleled. In the wild, they would copy the animals around them… in a zoo, it’s construction equipment. And oddly… lasers. The vast library of sounds in their repertoire work to create endless operatic combinations making each song utterly unique, if not unusual. I’m not sure there’s any catching up to this chart topper.
All hail the Lyrebird. Sorry Sir Mockingbird.
It’s cute and all… who doesn’t love pineapples? But there’s no way an entire pool is going to fit in that.
Seems like false advertising if you ask me…