We watched the Brit Awards on TV recently and I heard a singer that I have never heard before. I hope that no one will be offended if I tell you that this young man from England reminds me of Slim Whitman...you know, the singer who had his songs on the movie,"Mars Attacks"...the songs that made the aliens' heads explode. I hope that George Ezra doesn't read my blog and be terribly hurt by this. It's just that I am REMINDED of this. I find his songs quite catchy myself. Poor guy, I am so hopelessly out of it these days, I hope that I don't jinx him.
(Be funny if George Ezra's next song is 40 Degree Drop or Pileated Woodpecker, wouldn't it?)
Hey! You will never believe this but yesterday when I came home from work, the gauge in my car said that the outside temperature was 83 degrees. Today, when I came home at the same time of day, the gauge was at 42 degrees. It was correct too. This has been one crazy winter!
Oh! And I am so tired that I just had to ask Richard to find the apostrophe for me on the keyboard. I think I need a break!
I just sent my son a one word text...COLD. I am a woman of few words. SOMETIMES! HA!
|image from Wikipedia of the pileated woodpecker.|
We also have a red headed woodpecker and a red bellied woodpecker. I know them all!