It’s still raining. It’s still cold. I’m still uke-ing.
Bridget Callahan, this is your fault. I know, brooding isn’t really my color (coincidentally, neither is orange based on the video below), but you picked a sad song. Sad songs sound weird on the ukulele. It’s kinda like performing a dirge on a kazoo. Or Rod Stewart performing…ever.
Watch closely and you can see Mildred’s stealth cameo. I’m officially ruling the foot “not broken.”
Speaking of shirts (because I kept talking while you were off video watching and I talked about shirts, damnit), I’m sad you can’t read my shirt in the video. It says, “Bad Poetry: oh noetry.” I’m not entirely sure why that makes me laugh so hard my nose leaks, but it does.
I can’t leave you on a Friday with a such a sad song even if it’s a sad, weird day and I’m pretty sure the entire cosmos is mildly whiny today and therefore I’m mildly whiny and totally over dealing with sentence structure or punctuation or cold toes and you know what? Here’s a happy video. It will make you smile. So if you only have time to watch one video watch this video. But if you don’t have time to watch even one video, you’re having an even worse week than I am so you deserve a piece of cake. Not that this video contains any cake. Nope. None.
Happy Friday. Let there be cake.