Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriduuuuuh!

Can you gleek? Do you remember gleeking in the ’80s?

I mean, it’s still here in 2023. It’s not like gleeking has disappeared. But at this age it’s no longer a SPORT. For me it’s purely accidental, and normally lands on pages of my book mid yawn.

Natalie can gleek ON PURPOSE. What sort of 1985 Goonies wizardry ish is this? Girl can jut her chin out, angle her lips just right and give the world a shower. It’s disgusting.

Perhaps I’m just jelly because I secretly always wanted to have a gross hidden talent. And she got it.

Do you have a weird hidden talent you’d care to share with the class today? Can you GLEEK? If you can we’re done here.

I’ve decided that I’m very uncomfortable when anyone sings the Star Spangled Banner. And not for any deep cut political reason. I’m just too nervous for the singer. That starting note is everything. If they start too high, they’re doomed. Those rocket’s red glare? Your voice will be red glaring if you’ve started too high! And I hate all the trills that diva singers add to it. Keep it straight, bro. You’re making everyone squeamish.

I don’t know where to look. I don’t know how to stand. My hand on my heart? Fingers splayed or not? I can’t ever remember!

I’ve decided that I only have room for one Star Spangled Banner in my life, and that is the one at the very beginning of Poltergeist. Where the TV signs off at 2:37am in the bedroom with footage of Washington and then goes fuzzy while everyone sleeps. It’s purely instrumental and it’s creepy and dark and sinister setting and amazing. No other Star Spangled Banner can compete with that one.

Try me.

Can we talk about hollyhocks please? Do you grow them in your garden or by your door or along your fence or in your dreams? Pick one.

Just kidding.

I saw a photo on Pinterest the other day and I’m certain I’ll never recover. It had me immediately pivoting my entire garden life plan in a new direction and this weekend I’m making it happen.

Hollyhocks! Like look at this. I am near dead looking at this photo. Please tell me if there are tips or tricks to getting my life to look like that. I’m going on Sunday to get a few to perhaps line the fence. I LOVE the door framing look but I think they need more sun to make that really work.

If you have luscious hollyhocks ANYWHERE in your yard or garden, pleasepleaseplease show me. Send a photo. I won’t be able to rightly survive without it.

A billion of you have bought them already. They’re fantastically soft and at a great price. Here you go, for those not on IG.

And here are Nat’s too. A little more pricey but sooooo pretty to look at.

The rooms are almost done and I’m oozing with giddy goo. (<–sorry) I’ll show you soon. It’s all coming later this month. Eeee! (<—sorry again)

Weekend plans?

We’re getting the most random heat wave tomorrow and Sunday. 90 as the highs! What on earth. And of course my parents are visiting this weekend with their friends for a nice “spring” Kansas City getaway, but Mama Nay Nay got drunk and is giving us summer. Someone tell her to chill out.

We have a fun wine tasting night at our friends’ house tonight. Like a professional one. Anna won at it our school auction and we all get to benefit from it. Yay! *hiccup* Tomorrow we have soccer and the Royals game in the evening! It’s going to be 89 degrees. It’ll be all we talk about, just you wait.

From this weeeeeek::: Your May mixtape! Please put it on and wrap your head around that jazzy vibe. And Pappardelle with Veggies and Herbs! IG won’t let me make a reel, but I’ll try again today and see if I make progress. What if my reels are broken forever? I will cry. Like really.

Okay: hollyhock advice. And CAN YOU GLEEK? So jealous.