The adorable song is by Sandra Boynton, from Philadelphia Chickens.
When you love a costume as much as my boy does, Halloween is pretty much the pinnacle of your year. Every year we start talking about costumes at the beginning of September – we have to evaluate options, look around online, and accommodate shifting obsessions. In early September it seemed like we would be going with Captain Rex (a Clone Trooper… yeah, I don’t know either), but by the first week in October B had changed his mind.
After Sunday morning brunch, and dire warnings from local new casters about two hour waits at the check points, we were off to the
cattle chutes corrals lines to get through security and onto the Parkway to possibly, maybe, if we were lucky, see the Pope. Continue reading
Last week on social media, I compared the impending Papal visit to awaiting landfall during hurricane season. Much like the media coverage of a tropical storm in the Gulf, the lead up to the pope’s arrival in the U.S. was overblown. And yet, Exile battened down the hatches and boarded up all the windows, just in time for a weak Tropical Storm Francis to blow through. Continue reading
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the Pope is coming to town. I’ve been joking that awaiting his arrival is like waiting for landfall during hurricane season, which has led me to sing this rocking Cowboy Mouth song over and over to myself and innocent bystanders:
Because of this:
I can’t stop singing this. Only, I just know the first couple of lines, and it always segues into a hymn that I can’t quite place, making me a blast to be around.