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.

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