If You Can Make it Here You Can Make It Anywhere

Okay, I am totally bummed, dear reader. We got a couple of inches of snow last night. And after having nearly two weeks of beautiful spring-like weather. Ugh. Not that I'm surprised, it IS Ohio after all. In like a lamb and out like a lion has never been more true . . .

This morning when my husband informed me that the school had declared it a snow day, my heart sank. I hate snow days - especially Friday snow days. It makes for such a long weekend.

Normal mothers may not complain about a long weekend. But this is me and I'm quirky that way. With The Calm One's work schedule, weekends are especially tough. Hence the fear and loathing of snow days. Ick and double ick.

To my surprise, in spite of the snow, it's turning out to be quite a decent day. Praise the Lord! And it all started when my daughter asked me to write down the words to the song she was going to sing me. And I did. And it made me smile. I hope it makes you smile too. This song was screeched sang right after her snack of apples and she was trying to put off cleaning her room. Those two things may or may not have any bearing on the lyrics. I'm just sayin'.

BTW, I've given you the abbreviated version. You are welcome.

I have a friend in New York Twitty
That's what I say - ay - ay
I have a friend in New York Twitty

On everything my mom said to clean up some money
My mom said, to make myself some breakfast and
What did my mom say? For everything no reason.

I don't know what she said to do
So I just picked up some cakes and cupcakes too
And my mom said to bake some Tootsie Rolls but I didn't know how to
So I just baked some apples and ate them up

Oh, oh, oh why did it snow? Snowing like winter and people miss school
and don't like school

And I'm chewing
And chewing
And she wanted me to keep on chewing
Poor mama baby!

I think we may need to work on her technique, but it makes about as much sense as what I've heard Lady GaGa sing. And cuter too. Much cuter. Not that I'm biased or anything.

A-hem.

Counting it all joy, dear reader