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A version of me has been here before. Not this version. |
| Today is my birthday. Less young, less happy, less fulfilled, less of all the things. More years, less shit. On the plus side - I got tacos, cinnamon rolls, copped a buzz, and was even able to sit gently in the satisfaction of getting shit done. I also got out of a celebration with my parents and sister which is all I ever want…to not do that. Celebrating things with my mother is a blog post on its own - that I am certain isn’t too far off. My house is sitting under a cloud of dysentery or a 13th-century plague. Something terrible - something straight out of every single mother and wife everywhere’s worst nightmares. And I am not even good at that. Mothering sick people, be they children or husbands, is not my jam. I find myself unable to not ask them how they don’t see me powering through. Telling them that life goes on, that sometimes we do shit even when we don’t feel well. That shit might fly when they have runny noses but it feels extra mean when they are actually sick. In Husband A’s case, I suspect it more than feels extra mean. "The Soundtrack of Your Life"  I am gonna work backward here and in December (who am I kidding, starting in November) Kid B and I listened to this on repeat. There is no musical list of my life - no matter the theme - that would not include a Crooner. What is it about some Rat Pack that is so transportative? The world feels black and white with martini dripping off its edges. You can love you a little Harry Connick Jr or Michael Buble (and I do) but the truth is always going to be that they are facsimiles of something a little bit sharper, clearer, easier, and better. “Sounds like Frank,” “Reminds me of Sammy,” ….that kinda says it. And what it says is that you should be listening to Frank and Sammy. (Admittedly there are three more Rat Pack members, however soundtrack of MY life means I am going to reference my two favorites.) We love this song. We love it. We love the one single stutter lyric, it is our favorite part. We love the variation at the end of the chorus that trips up everyone except for us. And man do we fucking get down on spelling out the merriment. We switch from like….private dicks who frequently end sentences with…”see?” but have broken out into song…to chorus line ladies whose jazz hands cannot be contained and have spread to our shoulders (we are generally in the car.) I know the forum instructions are all.. Don’t just say things like, “It's a great song, I love it.” But I have to say that if there was going to be an entry on the soundtrack of my life that could have been summed up in such a way, to me - it is this one because…. Man I fucking love this song. Totally linking the version with the cartoon Frank and singing elves. Why the H-E-double L not? |
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