I'm wallowing in throes of self pity fit only for a teenage girl after a co-worker invited everyone in the office to a Halloween party except for yours truly. What do I do in this situation? Asking whether I have offended him seems a little lame. So instead I'll think of some of my favorite things. Does anyplace else in the world have a coffee-scented downtown? And I've never seen rainbows like Jacksonville. They extend in a complete half circle, and like the one poorly pictured above from an office window, often descend straight into downtown Jacksonville. Coffee-scented rainbows, that's my kind of town.
In seraching for the lyrics for the title of this post (which normally goes something like this in my head: "horses and rainbows and schnitzel on strudel") I realized that some of Maria's favorite things include the following: copper kettles and doorbells. Kittens and ponies, ok. But were things really that different pre-WW2 that doorbells were something of awe? Were Austrian doorbells special? Was Maria smoking something? Hmm... This is probably why I don't get invited to parties.
1 comments:
I think Austrian doorbells are actually castrati singing, or maybe they would just be waltzes played by your own personal orchestra. Either way, it would be a spectacular way to make yourself known.
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