Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Wailing, Baby

I'm kind of in the mood for The Cure today but it's, like, the Christmas season and those boys don't do Christmas songs, so there 'ya go. I think you'll like the alternative. I love saying "the Wailers." I've been known to wail, and I can do a pretty good job of it. Wailing every now and then is good for what ails you. Whaling on the source of the trouble works even better, but that's a tale for another time. It's Christmas, and everybody's supposed to be getting in a warm-fuzzy, touchy-feely state of mind. We may never feel as laid back and mellow as Bob Marley, but we could come close. Maybe.

Enjoy, and remember -- it's Tuesday. Tomorrow's Hump Day already! See how well that works out?

8 comments:

NYD said...

These days I only wail when I get my credit card bill.

puerileuwaite said...

Just never smoke a doobie when putting up your tree. All the ornaments can wind up on one side.

/t. said...

i'm
listening to
to the sid vicious
"carols of christmas" album
featuring the classic "holly jolly razor blades"

heartwarming and ear blistering at once

¤ ¤ ¤

/t.

VE said...

You know how I feel about all these musicians having to do Christmas songs. God bless The Cure for being strong enough to resist the temptation...

Serena said...

That does it for me, too, NYD.:)

Oh, hell, Pug, is that what caused that?:)

That's some sharp Christmas music, /t.:)

Yeah, really, VE. There's not a guy in eyeliner belting out Christmas tunes anywhere to be found.:)

snowelf said...

Serena, I LOVE The Cure. I swear we are musical soulmates!!

--snow

G-Man said...

I kinda like Grandpa got run over by a Reindeer...Or is it Grandma?
I forget, but some old fart got run over!!!
:-)

Serena said...

I believe it, Snow. LOL.:)

I think it was Grandma, Galen. There are a couple of farts I'd like to have run down. Where's a reindeer when you need one?:)