BLAST FROM THE PAST....

    As some of you smarties may have gathered, My 'Fancy' is actually my fiancee, but I think fiancee sounds too fancy so I just call it like I see it--'fancy'... I am getting married this August and you may be wondering why someone with my gifted D.I.Y skills is not frothing at the mouth at such a silver platter of an opportunity.  Well I am broke, real broke AND uh, I am scared, real scared.  Not that this isn't the absolute perfect person for moi.  I don't think I could ever find anyone as boring as myself, it would be impossible, we are perfect for each other.  I was thinking about the end of my life as I know it while going to pick up dinner for my Fancy, behind me was a very popular and snobby girl from my highschool.  I don't remember much of highschool, or rather I have withdrawn it from my memory banks and I prefer it that way, but when I saw her I had that inner smug satisfaction that comes when you see someone you couldn't stand and they have graciously gained oh, 50-60 lbs.  She didn't recognize me (of course not , I am as invisible now as I was back then).  My mind did flitter back to my highschool crush Greg K, whom I haven't thought about since 'Nam.  It was a fleeting thought and nothing else. 
    Back at the atelier as I was doing my usual fruitless Google searches I came upon a blog that had this very stylish video and catchy tune and BOWL ME OVER WITH A FEATHER, there was Mr. K.!  I give you the Bird and the Bee, enjoy...