I'll go home and get my panties. You go home and get your scanties. And away we'll go.
Off we're gonna shuffle, shuffle off to Buffalo...

To niagra in a sleeper there's no honeymoon that's cheaper. And the train runs slow. Ooo, oo, oo.
Off they're gonna shuffle, shuffle off to buffalo!

This song was in my head all this rainy Saturday, Memorial day weekend day...while I was ironing my shirts, folding socks, hanging up freshly ironed pants.

I jumped in the shower with the tunes of Babs pounding like celestial surf upon the shores of my mind.

And then, the mundane: gardening shows, home decoration shows, room remodeling shows, I'm waiting for shows about the celebreties of those homey, gardeny shows.

Ewwww... your new posting page here at Blogger has the look and feel of soft, fine leather and suede. No sharp edges. Everything beige or brown or rust. Just want to get something up tonight, tweak it every now and again; or else my blog will die on the vine.