Somehow the month of September moved straight off my schedule. Can you believe October is next week?
My husband returned home a day earlier than expected. Yay me! Which means we’re continuing with the special editions for one more week.
We shared this sunset when he came home.
I hummed Peaches and Herb’s “Reunited” all weekend—mostly because the only way I can carry a tune is in a bucket. Monday morning, I woke up to him singing, “They Can’t Take That Away From Me.” And his voice makes my heart twerk in my ribcage.
Forgive me if I feel no guilt for not completing my regularly scheduled post this week. I didn’t even wake up this morning wondering if I misplaced an em dash. . . .
*Fannie looks in mirror and smiles.*
Nope, no guilt. Maybe a little perma-grin though. 😉
Instead, I’ll leave you with this thought for your weekend. From my not yet written book: The Naughties Guide to Innocent Behavior. This would be “Rule Number 3—If you can’t get your significant other to help you with the dishes, rename it Porn. Help them realize the benefits involved and you’ll reap the rewards. *Warning: The Surgeon General should warn perma-grin may result after bouts of heavy dish washing.”
So here’s “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” from the 1937 film, Shall We Dance, with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. They never danced to that song.
Until their reunion film The Barkleys of Broadway in 1949.
Okay, so I couldn’t resist sharing a dance scene with Astaire and Rogers.
*Fannie raises her tea cup.*
Until next week.