When All Else Fails…Go With Doris Day
Used up. Washed out. Wrung dry.
That’s pretty much where I’m at tonight. Depleted. After a marathon of activities and two boys who are hell-bent on destruction, I plopped down on the couch tonight with nothing left.
Except an empty room and the TV all to myself.
G was working. The TV is mine. ALL MINE!
Wahahahaha! (Boymoms, you understand – this NEVER happens.)
But, what shall I watch?
Nothing on TiVO but cartoons and Sci Fi. That’s what I get for living with three boys. MY shows all get pre-empted by Ben-10 and How It’s Made and Star Trek. Where is Say Yes to the Dress when I need it???
I stood at the bookcase of DVD’s, staring at titles with no appeal. Stigmata? Uh, no. The Godfather, parts I through III? Not. G Force Navarone (or something like that, I can’t remember). Bleah. BOOOOR-ing.
But then I saw her – Doris! Doris Day! On the bottom shelf. In all her platinum goodness, and up against Cary Grant no less.
What better to nourish my tired soul but squeaky-sweet Doris Day?
As I write this, Doris just told some guy who asked her out that she would enjoy going out with him if she personally didn’t find him so distasteful. He’s a sneaky, crude and offensive man.
I love this woman!
And she’s wearing the most darling little car coat with 3/4 length sleeves and matching elbow gloves. Deee-vine.
I feel better already.