I’m pretty obviously bad at blogging. Must start keeping a notebook and writing in it.

There are a half dozen drafts in the hopper, with outlines to trigger my aging memory. The details get fuzzy, you see. My next post will feature a great many things, such as the best knock-knock joke of the year, the creepy pool guy, sandy vaginas, wogging, high-speed pursuits, working with dumb people, picking buggy corn, a lunchtime roadtrip and history lesson, ruining a perfectly good vacuum, drill sergeants as childcare workers, and the graduation of the schmumpins.

But for today, you get this lovely little tune which has been firmly stuck between my ears for about two weeks. You’re welcome.