I was going to parade my excuses for neglecting the blogosphere but bollocks to it. I can't be arsed writing excuses and you can't be arsed reading excuses.
Thank you for all those cards and letters, you folks in Television Landt...
NOW I know why I still have nightmares about my childhood: It was Lawrence Welk, on live TV, that I grew up to—and even Stan Freberg can't make the man funny.
I've mailed you a card by way of a bottle in the Atlantic. I figure you'll get it faster than using the Postal Service.
right here, sugar! xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteNOW I know why I still have nightmares about my childhood: It was Lawrence Welk, on live TV, that I grew up to—and even Stan Freberg can't make the man funny.
ReplyDeleteI've mailed you a card by way of a bottle in the Atlantic. I figure you'll get it faster than using the Postal Service.
I'm thinking that's a remix.
ReplyDeleteWell that was fun - a bit trippy!
ReplyDeleteHiya Savannah!
ReplyDeleteCharlie: now we have isolated the cause we can address the trauma. It was Junior Showtime over here as did it to me.
I shall have lookouts posted along the coastline for said bottle, with thanks.
Pat: it was the great Stan Freberg in cahoots with Billy May, who did so many of the great arrangements for Sinatra.
Lulu: so long as it was fun. (-: