I've Lost that Scrubbin' Feeling

Normally on Fridays I'm Hoppin' Around with a cleaning rag, some Pledge, Windex, and Pine Sol.

But not today. I woke up thinking about cleaning my house, when suddenly an old Beatles' tune phrase popped into my head: "Let it be, oh, let it be." So I'm just gonna let it be.

Okay, maybe I'll mop the floor because there's some sticky orange juice in front of the fridge. (It's causing a lot of pulp friction.) I keep hearing strains of "Stuck on You." But nah, I won't mop. Every time I do, it ends up killing my back. I Twist and Shout, "Doctor, Doctor!"

I was thinking about going for a walk, but was arrested by a tune: Stop in the Name of Love.

When I look in the mirror, I Can't Get No Satisfaction. Is it worth getting All Shook Up?

My golden retriever pup really gives me those Sad Eyes if I don't take time out to play with him. Why do I fall for his manipulation? He Ain't Nothing But a Hound Dog.

Why is it so hard to get my caboose to do the Locomotion? I Keep Dreaming that One Fine Day all my laundry will be washed, dried, folded, hung up, pressed, and put away all by itself. That'll Be the Day.

Getting Goofy

So I was up late one night wrapping presents for my students. No one else was up. It was that bewitching hour of about 12:30 a.m. when I get giddy. Real giddy and goofy.

As I was taking pictures of the eight, fun, little gifties I had wrapped and set under my tree, an ornament fell off. When I picked it up, I stuck it in my earlobe instead of back on a branch.

Not to be unbalanced, I removed a similar glass ball and put in through my other earlobe. Who knew ornament hooks would fit through?

If you are going to accessorize, you might as well do it all the way, people. And stick with a theme. In this case, the "I Am the Christmas Tree" theme.
Baby's breath and gold poinsettias for the hair. Lovely, dahling, wouldn't you agree?