First Annual Olive Bergmann Festival of Songs About Dogs
July 28, 2010
You may have wondered, with a sinking, sure knowledge, “Is Kay going to be one of those people who celebrates her dog’s birthday?”
Why yes. Yes I am one of those people. (I know! It’s awful!)
Olive is one year old today. She loves the popular music of the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s (chewable formats only, vinyl preferred). To mark the occasion, a few classics, certified Helen Reddy-free.
I heard this one in a store the other day –the new Petco Unleashed store, if you must know, not that I am stopping in pet stores every day, I assure you–and I just busted out laffing. What does it possibly MEAN?
This one is a lot weirder than I remembered. I had no idea it was a love song. Really?
June Lockhart! Did you ever think you’d end up as utterly momlike as June Lockhart? I think we’re getting close. All we need is the shirtwaist dress. “Olive! What’s wrong girl? Does Timmy need help?” So far Olive hasn’t saved any little boys or solved any crimes, but it’s early days. She wants to. I know she does.
Oh, hi! This is your pillow? Really? ‘Cause I totally didn’t know that!
Department of Painting Things Aubergine
Last September, I was so proud of myself for having the gumption to paint two rotting Adirondack chairs red. I was so sure of that red. Until you came along. You with your deep mulberry house paint and your picturesquely rotting shed, and your commenters just crazy for deep mulberry shedpainting. Now I feel like Poor Relative With Red Chairs. I am so very, very Not Ready for Monteagle.
There’s more rotting lawn furniture where those came from, lemme tellya. And also, I have 3 teenyboppers to entertain for the next 2 days. I am just saying.
In other news, I have been knitting my head off with nothing to show for it. Same old projects, getting slightly bigger every day. I love knitting.