Getting my Gershwin on.

How cool is this glass cork?

This summer has been full of the innocent laughter of children, the easygoing laziness of long days, and the kind of energy that comes from being with great friends. Days like these make you want to put the summer in a bottle that perfectly fits in your pocket. . . . forever and ever. . .

These are also the days that remind you to count your blessings and teach your kids to do the same. Sigh. . . Yeah. I have been enjoying this summer. . . .yes, I have.

So much so that I feel compelled to break out in song. Wanna hear it? Here it go!

*ah hem, ah hem*
 

(Picture me loudly singing this with head back, eyes closed and jazz hands--because I am.) 

"Summertiiiiiiime. . .

And the livin' is eeeeeeea-sy. . .

*(picture my jazz hands really going crazy here)*

Fish are jumpiiiiin' . . . 

And the cotton is hiiiiiiiiigh . . . .

Your daddy's riiiiich

And your mama's goooood lookin'. . .  

Rich!! Really?

O-kay! O-kay! 
Your daddy's NOT rich, alright?

 But dammit--your mama's

DEFINITELY good lookin'!

I DARE YOU to say otherwise!
 

*Ah hem. . .where was I?  Mee-mee-meeee. . .*

. . . .So hush little baby
Don't you cry. . ."

~ lyrics by George Gershwin

Better yet. . .let's just let Ella and Satchmo sing it instead. That's what was playing on my mental iPod before I busted out into my own version anyway.  Grown folks--enjoy! (You youngsters don't know nothin' 'bout this here kind of music. . .I'm just sayin'.)

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Happy End of Summer.