Shopping can be such a chore with kids. And as a mom, is just part of the daily grind (or weekly if you have enough fridge space for several gallons of milk.) But years ago I started giggling at my husband's spelling while shopping. And the best way to ensure a boy doing something over and over is to laugh at him. It's a born-in male instinct to want to make people laugh. So if you're looking for a way to make shopping less of a drudgery, marry someone who kant spail.
Humorous thoughts to make sense out of each day and, if you please, a penny for your thoughts.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Don Quixote
Since my childhood I enjoyed Don Quixote. For those of you who are unfamiliar it's story of an old man (the errant knight) who is losing his mind and craves nobility. So he lives out his dreams of battling dragons (windmills) and saving damsels in distress (a bar maid) and rides on his noble steed (nag). It good for a lot of laughs, and as the story develops we find that he is of great nobility, not because of his quests, but because of his heart... awwww. What's not to like? Danger, humor, intrigue, romance.
Well, if you're like me you get a kick out of it because you know that this is just one of those songs that gets stuck in your husband's mind... for days. And so you sing it at the top of your lung once a year or so just to ensure proper penetration into the cerebral cortex! It's the little things that matter most. And with any luck friends that read your blog will suffer the same fate.
But last night I discovered something new that tickled me... perhaps it was the hour, perhaps it was all the joy and memories of this operetta. But I laughed heartily when Andy said, "When I was a kid I thought his name was Donkey Hoteh. I couldn't understand why his parents would name him DONKEY..." Well it seems to suit the story and all the humor it naturally evokes. So to all of you, enjoy DONKEY Hoteh!
Well, if you're like me you get a kick out of it because you know that this is just one of those songs that gets stuck in your husband's mind... for days. And so you sing it at the top of your lung once a year or so just to ensure proper penetration into the cerebral cortex! It's the little things that matter most. And with any luck friends that read your blog will suffer the same fate.
But last night I discovered something new that tickled me... perhaps it was the hour, perhaps it was all the joy and memories of this operetta. But I laughed heartily when Andy said, "When I was a kid I thought his name was Donkey Hoteh. I couldn't understand why his parents would name him DONKEY..." Well it seems to suit the story and all the humor it naturally evokes. So to all of you, enjoy DONKEY Hoteh!
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