You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful

As for me, I don’t even know what my name is at the moment.  But I think it’s Friday.  So you people are probably expecting a uke video.  But my throat feels like someone paved it with hot asphalt and then, having changed their mind, jack-hammered out said asphalt and then, having changed their mind again, washed it down with salt water-soaked steel wool and paved it again.

So the singing thing?  Not so much.

But here’s a video anyway.  Because it’s been a long day.  And yes I know it’s barely afternoon, but my day started at 2am.  And did I mention I have a cold?  And Paul is teething?  And don’t even get me started on the boobs.  And FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF THESE BOOBS DIDN’T ALREADY HAVE A FULL SCHEDULE THE THREE OF US WOULD BE SWIMMING IN HOT TODDIES.


Right.  A video.  To make you smile.  Because even if you’re having the best day ever, an extra smile never hurt anyone, right?

Thanks to my friend Paul for sending this my way…and for always hooking a girl up with tix.  God I love Broadway people.

Oh….and it’s been seven months since I blogged with any regularity.  Seven months.  Boggles the brain, don’t it?


  1. Oh Elly, Paul is so sweet! What are his thoughts on older women? Cause I have a 13 mo old that I’m dying to marry off….

  2. Good lord, you deserve a break today. Colds, mastitis, shingles. Those germs need to fuck right off. At least you got a rad kid with a badass hairdo out of the deal.
    Seven months, man. Crazy.

  3. I like how he props his bum against the wall. If I’m being completely honest, I do that too.

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