The mothership has arrived home from Norway, carrying gifts and caramel pudding, and I am back home. I am once again surrounded by books and nail polish. I got back home to five notes from the post man. I may have done a bit of online shopping and bought some 12 new books whilst Leggy was at work and couldn’t make arguments for why I should wait with the book buying until after my birthday next month.
So yeah, my birthday is a thing that is happening soon. I have been saving since summer, have made reservations and sent out the invites and I have finally made my wishlist. So all is ready for the big day and still I feel completely unprepared.
Susie, the dachshund, has been getting a bit stressed these past weeks with me going away and going back and forth between home and parents’ house. So she has adopted her pink squeaky toy flamingo Dave as her own. She will bite him so he makes his squeaky noise and then cry back to him. I have thought about giving him a tiny snip and make the noise stop but I’m not sure how she’d react to that. It did get a bit much at one point so Dave was banned to the closet for a while and he is now out of the closet on probation to see how it goes.
And yes, there has been quite a few jokes about the pink flamingo coming out of the closet.
So today we are doing a look back in music Wednesday. I had a long phase where most of the music I listened to was from the 40’s and 50’s. So today is a pick of some of my favourite songs from that time.
George Formby – When I’m cleaning windows
This song doesn’t really need an introduction. Fun and quirky and proving that ukes are awesome instruments.
Perry Como and the Fontane sisters – Hoop-Dee-Doo
I must admit that inside my head I have this idea of how cool it would be to put on a flowy dress, rock a victory curl and just swing it, baby. But sadly in the real world I have a coordination skill that’s worse than a drunk toddler’s so maybe another life.
The Fontane sisters – Hearts made of stone
Were they all sisters? I must admit I have never been curious enough to google it. Or I did and I just forgot, that’s a possibility. Could be there just was a thing for sisters back then. And why always 3? I mean the axis of evil, the sisters and so on.
Andrew Sisters – Don’t bring Lulu
Here we have even more sisters. I wonder if I could dress up my brothers as girls and make a group. Or complain to my mother about her ruining my chance for making a swing band by only giving me brothers.
Doris Day – Dream a little dream of me
A beautiful song to round up this weeks music.