Some of us need to hear this song more then others.
The beauty of it is- we can all enjoy it.
amm
Written and Performed by Don Caron Executive Producers Sally Headley, Jack Heighway and Jerry Pender
Some of us need to hear this song more then others.
The beauty of it is- we can all enjoy it.
amm
Written and Performed by Don Caron Executive Producers Sally Headley, Jack Heighway and Jerry Pender
Ding Ding Ding- Winner Of The Week!
Let’s just call her Cootie Girl.
Cootie Girl is one of many adult children in a family that are
Proud Anti-Vaxxers
Proud Anti-Maskers
and need I say, they are hardcore Trump Supporters.
Since March Cootie Girl and her ginormous family invite their friends over on the weekends to ‘support each other’ by getting together and ‘breaking bread and staying positive’
So over Thanksgiving Cootie Girl hung out with her Proud Anti Mask family and their friends and then…
she took a picture of herself delivering meals to the elderly later while wearing the same mask she wears at work and hangs on her rearview mirror over night because that ‘kills the germs’.
I know this because she hangs out in the breakroom with her co-workers and maskless, Cootie Girl and her fellow Cooters swapped holiday stories with each other and word about what some might think is reckless behavior gets around.
They have told our mutual friends that they are ‘safe’ because they are together all day anyway and there is no way they’re spreading Covid-19.
Of course, Cootie Girl and the Cooters carpool at the end of the day and they don’t wear their masks- you know, the masks they have told each other you only have to let it air out because the germs die overnight if the mask isn’t on your face.
My winner of this Fandango’s Winner of the Week is Cootie Girl and all of the Cooters who seem to do a better job of spreading a potentialy lethal Virus then common sense.
It’s a fact.
I was a weird and creepy kid.
I used to ask for things for Christmas that I knew I wasn’t going to get, I did it because I didn’t really care what I got. Like I said I was a weird and creepy kid and I had zero idea about what kids liked or what the popular toys were.
In dog behavior lingo, I didn’t know how to ‘kid’.
I don’t know how this song escaped me because my family liked novelty songs like this one. All I can assume is, they kept it from me on purpose for fear I’d spend the months leading up to Christmas asking for…
A Hippopotamus.
I’d have done it and I would have looked at my pile of presents on Christmas morning and put on my brave soldier face as I obviously forced myself to be enthusiastic over a pile of gifts that were probably pretty cool.
Here it is, probably the best Christmas song ever.
So sorry I never had the chance to use ya.
amm
The two figures, protected against the bone chilling cold in long dark red woolen hooded jackets trimmed in fluffs of white and gray fur, were drifting through the snowy woods in the cold still air of the newly arrived winter.
One figure said to the other, ” Just think of this: something could follow you through the snow, it could follow your tracks and bide it’s time before overtaking you. It wouldn’t matter if you screamed for help. Nobody is out here on a day when the air is so cold that it will burn it’s way through your mouth and nose and set your lungs on fire.”
The figures stopped and looked at each other. One figure put out a black gloved hand and pushed at the other figure’s shoulder.
A sound passed between them, it was the sound of a brook rushing it’s way downstream during a rain storm.
It was laughter.
The figures turned and looked at the path behind them- there were no footprints, there were no tracks in the snow. There should have been puffs of their frozen breath hanging in the air, but there wasn’t.
” How long has it been since we’ve taken a breath or left our own tracks in the snow?” one figure asked the other.
” I’m not sure that we ever have.” the second figure answered.
More, laughter. Crackleing, bonechilling, carefree laughter.
The two figures turned back to their path and glided along it without a care in the world.
Winter had arrived and with it came short bright days and woven through it were dark gray heavy threads that stitched the darkness and all of the creatures that live inside of it, to the light as tight as muscle is attached to bone.
RDP Saturday: WEAVES