~ Well, there’s no hope for me now. I cannot stop singing the “Spider-Pig” song from The Simpsons Movie, which we saw today.
You know …..
Spider-Pig, Spider-Pig,
Does whatever a Spider-Pig does
Can he swing, from a web?
No, he can’t, he’s a pig
Look ouuut!
He’s a Spider-Pig
I am now struggling with extreme self-loathing. Stupid catchy stupid song.
~ But …. there’s also The CHA CHA CHA Song, which The Banshee left on our answering machine today, singing — actually, YELLING — in her funny, raspy voice:
HAPPY BIRRRTHDAY TO YOU
CHA CHA CHA!
HAPPY BIRRRTHDAY TO YOU
CHA CHA CHA!
HAPPY BIRRRTHDAY, DEAR TEE TEE
CHA CHA CHAAAA!
HAPPY BIRRRTHDAY TO YOU
CHA CHA CHAAAAAA!
The Cha-cha-cha’s are the key to the whole thing here. She literally yelled them as if she we’re yelling, “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!” so I was crying with laughter and kept replaying it, marveling, too, at her mastery of the cha-cha-cha rhythm. The maracas were the only thing missing. And there was no prompting from Banshee Mom in the background; she was nowhere to be heard. It was as if The Banshee simply picked up the phone, dialed Tee Tee, and started in with all the yell-singing.
~ After the movie, meandering around the mall:
“So, what’s up with old men’s pants? Is it because men keep shrinking and so the pants just go higher and higher?”
“Could be.”
“Okay, then. Let’s set aside one pair of your pants now and when you’re 83 and shriveled, you can put them on and we’ll see if they hit your nipples.”
“Oh, you mean once my entire body is scr*tum?”
“Hahahahaha. Yes.”
“Okay.”
~ Birthday phone call with my dad:
“Happy birthday!”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Are you having a good day?”
“Yeah. It’s been pretty mellow, nice.”
A pause. My dad is sometimes like a little kid about things.
“So I had my colonoscopy today!”
“Oh. Um … oh.”
“Yeah. It was pretty interesting.”
He describes it at length. And isn’t that nice?
“Dad, you’re the only person I’ve ever heard describe THAT as interesting.”
“Yeah, and I’m all clear!”
“Well, good!”
“Yep.”
Another pause. I start laughing.
“Well, uh …. thanks for the birthday call, Dad.”
Now he’s laughing.
“Sure.”
“I mean, thanks for the perspective.”
He is literally giggling with glee about telling me this. He cracks himself up and I am always helpless against the power of my father’s self-crack-ups.
So we hang up, both laughing.
~ Birthday food: Chorizo and cheese steamers made on the espresso machine at Brockton Villa make me cry with joy. They’re light and fluffy and make me truly believe that the secret ingredient is love.
~ Oh, and you should all be aware that apple crostini with caramel custard sauce is an acceptable substitute for birthday cake.
~ And since it’s my birthday, I don’t even have to roll my chorizo butt to bed after all this. MB gets to do it! Up the stairs! Haha. Good luck, Peaches!
Happy birthday to you! Sounds like a great day. Even if you had to listen to a colonoscopy procedure in detail. At least you both could laugh about it.
Wow – happy belated bday to ya.
And even though I haven’t seen the Simpsons movie, thanks for putting that spider-pig song in my head.
Sounds like a good b-day to me, and I wish you a great year. (Here’s hoping that your truly excellent b-day involved not being required to use the water trick on the theater seats!!!)
I’m glad you had a good birthday! Nothing like a little kid on the answering machine to make you feel loved.
I can’t believe I missed your and Harry’s birthday! Happy belated birthday. 🙂
Wow–I’m sorry I’m late–Happy Birthday!
Yeah, love the cha cha cha’s. So familiar.
“yell-singin” heh
HAPPY HAPPY! WOOHOO!
Wasn’t there an “MB, make me a cake” thing going on about this time last year? I don’t remember how that ended… You should link us to it. That was fab.