That's my tribute to The Carpenters. Bill made a mix CD that includes "Top of the World" and left it in the car, and I like to drive around town playing it, getting all high on life like Ned Flanders. I looked for a Carpenters CD at the library, but they didn't have one on the shelves, and I didn't care enough to order it.
The Carpenters are so cheesy. But I like them. They remind me of my childhood.
Check out the dress Karen Carpenter is wearing in this "Rainy Days and Mondays" video. I'm pretty sure my mom's wedding dress was exactly like that, but in white. Also is Karen wearing the world's first Bump-It?
It's sad she died from an eating disorder.
Speaking of the 70s, a couple of nights ago I had a dream in which I owned multiple macrame wall hangings. I mentioned this on Facebook, and a discussion started about good old seventies tackiness. The director of the community theater plays mentioned that the theater has a macrame wall decoration in their props department, which was from her mom's living room.
Now, you might recall that I have been charged with writing an interactive murder mystery play for the community theater. Originally Bill suggested the play take place in the 1930s, I guess because the thirties are all noir and ... murderous? Anyway, I now think the play should be set in the 1970s, just so we can incorporate that macrame wall hanging. Could it be "Who stole the macrame wall hanging?" because then anybody who thought it was ugly (which would be, you know, everybody with the sense of sight) would have a motive to rip it down and destroy it. But since it's supposed to be a murder mystery, could the plot center around the expert knot-typing skills of an experienced macrame artist who skillfully strangles her victims?
Dammit, I just gave the ending away.
The whole chin hair thing is because ... really?! Why do I have hair on my chin? And I saw an Oprah once that said that chin hairs were supposed to start sprouting in your forties. I effing started finding hairs on my chin when I was sixteen.
I blame it on my Italian heritage. The Italians are a very hairy people. And the thing is, if my Italian heritage had also come with a lot of delicious family recipes for pasta sauce and cannoli, I might be willing to put up with the whole chin hair thing as a fair trade. But it seems that my grandmother used canned sauce like everybody else, so the only Italian thing I got was a tendency toward unwanted facial hair.
And it's like, it gets worse all the time. First I only had a few chin hairs, but now I feel like I have to be hyper-vigilant with the tweezers all the time.
And also it did actually rain today.
This craptacular post is like a placeholder for a giveaway post that I'm too lazy to write right now because it involves pictures. And plus I decided that I'd just wait to start the giveaway Monday because people don't read blogs as much over the weekend.
But stay tuned, because it's my very first giveaway from an actual sponsor-type brand, and not just "let's see what kind of unwanted crap I can hand out on my blog" like my last giveaway.
Have a great weekend, everybody!