Being self-employed gives flexibility but it also takes flexibility. In the last three weeks, life has been a roller coaster of work, work, work.
My husband and I work together in the real world during the day, and I write about Richard and Fannie at night. Many of you who blog, live that night owl writing lifestyle.
This week, I planned two posts. You read the Myrna Loy post over at the BoFN on Tuesday. Today was supposed to be Richard and Fannie’s return to regular programming.
Love threw up a road block with the strength of amorous skunks on a hot August afternoon.
The time I normally devote to writing instead has been spent talking on the phone with my husband—who is traveling for the next two weeks—like we were high school sweethearts. I bumped up the minutes on our phone plan.
With all this long distance romance, a song lodged itself into my head—the proverbial ear worm. And if I were to write a book called, “The Naughties Guide to Innocent Behavior”, then this would be rule number 13—If you can’t get a tune out of your head, infect as many people as possible by sharing the wealth. (It’s replacing coal as a stocking stuffer this Christmas.) 😉
So here is a clip from The Caddy with Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis performing—That’s Amoré—the song that’s stuck in my head.
Gentlemen, take it away.
“Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling. . .”
Until next week mi amore. Ciao!