Everything’s Coming Up Roses

Sing it loud with the voice the good Lord gave ya!  That is so Sister Angelee during Glee Club at good old St. Margaret Mary’s circa 1970 something.  I’ve been singing this song all morning.

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.

You see the mister decided to take the day off with me.  I’ve been good-naturedly pretending to be Ethel.  Lol!  Yes! … out loud … and in Walmart.  And getting on his last nerve.

Me: You’re gonna miss me doing this when I’m gone.

B: I’ve told you, I’m going first.

Maudlin but not.  Means he can’t live without me. Awwww.  Cue music. Ditto for me.

Any Who.  Everything’s coming up roses for me and my guy.  I had a whole bunch of thoughts popping like popcorn in my brain.  But alas, I got sidetracked and forgot most of the random stuff I was going to spew. Let’s see if we can re-create the magic shall we?

  1. Got my car back yesterday at 5 o’clock somewhere.  Didn’t go to the bar though.  I went straight home.  I am cagey in my driving because I do not want to wreck again.  I think I hit my quota though and perhaps being extra careful is how I always should be when I’m behind the wheel.
  2. I highly recommend Caliber Collision.  I gave them an exemplary survey.  I was updated regularly via text and they delivered this week as promised.  She even went above and beyond to allow me to get my car yesterday instead of waiting until this morning … which was my original reason for taking a personal day.  I feel like a princess.  My chariot is back.
  3. B is staying on … for now … past the original expiration date.  Ya see he is a niche market guy and the new owners want to hang on to that for as long as it lasts.  His current gig though time consuming and taxing has been extended because the owner who has more money than God wants stuff re-done to her liking.  How the other 1/2 lives people.  I tell ya.  What a crying shame. Or not.  I guess she earned it. Or not.  Nunya and in none of my business.
  4. After the current job, there is a little house to be done that no one else knows who to do but B and his cousin.  With at least two gigs, he will be there another year.  Time to take things day by day and hour by hour because none of us are guaranteed.  Maudlin but not.  Uh oh, a theme!

But nope.  I am done for now.  See you on the flip side for #SoCS.  Wishing everyone a VERY happy Friday.  If you are reading this, know you are loved.  Truly you are even if just by this crazy lady (me) who has attachments issues and loves the world instantly and automatically.

As always, more to come.

10 thoughts on “Everything’s Coming Up Roses

  1. Ethel Merman was not on my top 5 (or 5000) people I wanted to see but she sure puts feeling into her singing. So glad things are looking up for you and the mister. Happiest of Fridays to you.

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  2. My grandmother couldn’t stand Ethel Merman. It drove her crazy how Ethel would rush through the song and leave the band behind. It never bothered me.

    Not sure what your husband does, but is there a chance he could do it for himself, i.e. without a “job” per se? From what you say, it sounds like he might have a market in his niche. I knew a lady who measured for custom draperies, which I guess is a pretty specialized field, and she worked for several department stores and interior designers, including the store for which she had been an employee. Just a thought…

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    1. B and your grandmother are sympatico. He says Ethel was overrated.

      B is a plasterer. Mainly ornamental but definitely old school and not today’s more common synthetic. Some years back, he went out in his own for three years but realized the business side of things was too much. Everything was paperwork, insurance and taxes. He says it’s too hard to do both.

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