Better With Labels
I sat down at the computer to make labels for the organizer boxes from last week. I’ve found that– see through or not–it’s a pain not to have them clearly labeled. But somehow, my fingers never typed the list. In fact, they didn’t behave at all. They just…kept…remembering…stuff.
Cool, sweet, gentle…stuff.
Forgive me. After this post, I swear, I’ll stop. I may need help…
I suppose I didn’t realize that the old time tv was such a crack-up. Some times, ok, a lot of the time I’m pretty sure that the laughter is only brought on by the fact that it’s all just so low budget and dopey in comparison to all the fancy-schmancy theatrics we’re used to these days. But then on the other hand, as Lynnette pointed out—good, clean humor, innocent and silly is just so dang much fun.
When I was 7, I used to come home from school everyday and watch Hobo Kelly. In fact, she sent me a giant “Sugar Daddy” for my birthday one year. I must have been in her fan club or something.
I know…kinda scary.
Shannon mentioned this one…Is it really still on? That restores my faith in all things retro.
I could never figure out how come they could make a radio out of coconut shells, but couldn’t repair their silly boat.
And I always thought I’d grow up someday to be Jane Wyatt from Father Knows Best. Save me…but I love the dresses with the tiny belts and the hair and the lipstick and the way they called each other “darling.” I think I was Donna Reed in another life…or wish I was.
Thanks for indulging me this one last time. Now I’ll try very hard to behave myself and stick to the current century. Maybe I’ll even make some labels for the boxes…