A Halloween Rewrite

Sung to the tune of Train's "Soul Sister"...of course.  

Right click here, and Open in a New Window to turn on the music and sing along with the new lyrics...yaknowyawanna!

Hey, hey, hey.

Your chocolate stains, Oh the kind that give my cleaners pains,

You know I can’t live without you, And so to lots of stains I am resigned.

Your sweet dark beans, the smell of you in every pocket of my jeans,
I know that it’s misguided, you’re the one I have decided was just my kind.

Hershey kisses, all others are misses, in the candy bowl, lose control, the way you melt it moves my soul.

Hershey Kisses, I don't want to miss a single tiny piece of you...tonight.

Hey, hey, hey...

Just in time, little children bring their loot bags home to me.
They notice some is missing, I look at them with love and just deny.
I just can’t quit, I’ll gorge on you until my biggest pants won’t fit.
I’ll be eating you, like the apple, that the serpent gave to Eve and then she ate and damned mankind.

Hershey kisses, all others are misses, in the candy bowl, lose control, the way you melt it moves my soul.

Hershey Kisses, I don't want to miss a single tiny piece of you...tonight.

The way you can top a cake, eating  could not be a mistake
So bitter, you’re so sweet, you're my favorite little chocolate treat
You see, when I know your flags waving at me, you’re the only chocolate I see.
I want the world to see you go, in me

Hershey kisses, all others are misses, in the candy bowl, lose control, the way you melt it moves my soul.

Hershey Kisses, I don't want to miss a single tiny piece of you tonight.

Hershey Kisses, I don't want to miss a single tiny piece of you...tonight. 

Hey, hey, hey...tonight.

...Tonight

Sold Out

There was a party.  And ohhhh, there were these brownies.  And flowers, beautiful flowers.  And the tabletops were sparkling with glasses of this marvelous pink creation.  And all these people everywhere; husband, sister, daughters, friends, neighbors, colleagues.  And there were books...so many copies of my book that we had to label them so everyone would know which one was theirs.  It was amazing. 

"Read!  Read!", the people cried.  So I did.  I managed not to cry, but apparently some of them did.  They laughed at all the right parts and heard me tell them again and again how grateful I was to them for buying my book.  There was much gathering in the kitchen, but there always is.  Then it was all over, and they slipped out into the darkness...goodnight, thank you for coming, time to read, tell your friends, here take some desserts.  The counters were littered with cocktail napkins and champagne corks.  The piles of desserts were dramatically reduced and the book table was empty.  Not a single copy left.

Good party.


Don't worry...if you are still waiting to purchase your copy, I ordered more today.

You are This. You are Here.

The dizzying conversation with the three year old went something like this,

"What is today, Mom?"
Today is Wednesday, Minnie.
"What is tomorrow?"
Thursday.
"Tomorrow is Thursday?"
Yes, Minnie.
"What is after that?"
Friday.
"What is before today?"
Yesterday.
"I know, Maaaahhm.  What is yesterday?"
Yesterday was Tuesday.

She was just about finished with the conversation when she said, "And today is today, so I better go get dressed for dancing school," and walked out of the room.

Yes.  Today is today.

Today is not yesterday or tomorrow.  Today is not what you didn't get finished yesterday or what you're gearing up for tomorrow.  It's not last week when you yelled about candy corn pumpkins or ate too many carbs.  It's not next month when you might be 5 pounds thinner or caught up on all the Fall yard work.

Today is today.  You are this.  Today.  You are here.  Today.  This day.  So you'd better go get dressed for today so you'll be ready.  Because there will never be another day like today. 

Are You an Up or a Down?

You're such an "up" person all the time, Nancy.  I wish I could be more like that.  Yeah...not so much...when I really think about it.  I'm more of a "down" girl.

I'm always ready for a throw down and a double down.

I'm happy to give you the run down and  function exceptionally well when time is down to the wire.

My favorite part of the work out is the cool down.

I love to lie down, boogie down, get down, chow down and wind down.


I'm not really into the "ups".  Taken all together as a big list or separately, none of these really feel like me.

I don't like to be fed up or screwed up.

I don't ever want to wake up, suck it up, give up, man up or dry up.

It's so unpleasant to throw up, get knocked up and be shook up.

I don't want to do a push up OR a chin up.

Don't tell me to shut up, loosen up or ease up.


Yeah...I'm definitely a downer.