Redux

So: am obviously incapable of typing out original thoughts of any kind, because tonight's post is yet another copy-and-paste job.

Remember this?

Substitute this guy for those birds. It's a different venue and purpose, but the all-atwitter feeling still applies.

However: cute husband has to work, and remains stubbornly uncommitted to any particular candidate, so sweet sister Mary will be my date.

Also: muppers should be happily ensconced in school, so services of exceptional household staffing agency shan't be necessary.

And this time around, another pair of dear friends are expecting not one, but two chicks to add to their nest. Prayers and good wishes: they are most welcome.

The song? It remains the same. I hope, I hope; oh, how I hope.

Talking 'bout Mexico

Way down here, you need a reason to move.
Feel a fool, running your stateside games.
Lose your load; leave your mind behind, baby James...

Oh, Mexico:
It sounds so simple, I've just got to go.
The sun’s so hot, I forgot to go home;
I guess I’ll have to go now.

Americano got the sleepy eye,
But his body’s still shaking like a live wire;
Sleepy señorita with the eyes on fire.

Oh, Mexico:
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low;
Moon’s so bright, like to light up the night...
Make everything all right.

Baby’s hungry and the money’s all gone;
The folks back home don’t want to talk on the phone.
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard.

Oh, down in Mexico:
I've never really been, so I don’t really know.
Oh, Mexico....
I guess I’ll have to go.

Oh, Mexico:
I've never really been, but I’d sure like to go.
Oh, Mexico...
I guess I’ll have to go now.

If you wanna know what I'm talking 'bout, read this. Then this.
If you wanna know more, check back here tomorrow.
If you wanna see for yourself, go here.
If you'd rather hear J.T. talking 'bout Mexico, then by all means, watch this.

But for now: adios, amigos... from the sleepy señora with the eyes on fire.

Because

Because I have words of my own: many. But sometimes it's nice to borrow another's.
Because it's the first day of febbraio, the month of amore.
Because... well, just because.

TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.