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.