Today I Sing the Blues

It's one of those days.  Again.

Never fear.  Mommy has an ipod.

How is that relevant?

Because it has earbuds.

And Aretha Franklin.

Singing Today I Sing the Blues.  Thank you, 1969.  John Hammond, if you were in my living room right now, I would kiss you right on your blessed mouth.


Bring it, heathens.  


Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy!  WAAAAAA!!!!


Can't hear you.  Me and Aretha got the blues.

Without a word of warning, the blues walked in this morning.
And circled 'round my lonely room.


WAAAAA!!!!  WAAAAA!!!!


I didn't know why I had that sad 'n lonely feelin'.


I don't want these!  I want that!


mmm-hmmm...


No! No! No!  WAAAAAA!!!!!


Yesterday I sang a love song, today, today I'm singin' the blues.


Suburban housewife.  In my clogs, cotton LL Bean cotton t-shirt, unwashed hair in a bun.  No make up.  Baby dressed in candy cane stripes on my hip.  Eyes closed.  Head thrown back.

Singing. my. freaking. guts. out.

Oh yes.  I'm sure Harry and I are quite a sight.  He's the only one who doesn't mind my singing.  He likes it.  He rides on my hip, his smiles encouraging every belted run.  My ipod is turned up so loud I have no idea what i sound like.

It's probably better that way.

Because right now, I sound just like Aretha.

And Right now, I'm singin' the blues.

Bring it home.

That's right.




mmm-hmmm.