♬ “What was I thinkin’?”♬ has come into my mind more than once today.
You see, we’re painting the whole house, even the ceilings . . .
. . . in December.
Granted, someone is doing it for us, but still . . .
♬ "What was I thinkin?"♬
♬ "What was I thinkin?"♬
And then, tonight I logged onto Facebook and saw a slew of comments and “likes” to a post on our wall that I don’t even know how it got there. It was one of those requests asking for confirmation that you read our wall. All I could think was, “Caaaalllvvviiiiiin! what buttons did you push?" (You should have seen his Instagram account a month ago. Good grief. He had unknowingly pushed “follow” to 50 random people – most of them souls he doesn't know and others were celebrities he has no desire to know. He was cursing Instagram until I explained what he'd done and fixed his contacts.) If only they’d write a song, “What was Calvin thinkin’?” we’d be covered.
But every now and then we think of good ideas. Like at Thanksgiving. Calvin grilled everyone a Cornish game hen that each person had seasoned individually (great idea), and then after dinner everyone had a tin to put his leftovers in. It was a custom TV dinner if ever there was one.
It was slick.
Back to more thinkin' . . .
and sniffing paint fumes.
1 comment:
Hahaha I'd wondered about that facebook post. Y'all sure do come up with some good ideas though!
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