stop watching this
over and over again.
Happy SUPER-SECRET FRIDAY NIGHT 5-MINUTE DANCE PARTY!
you have just made my friday. I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.
have a wonderful birthday, my pet!
Oh YAY! I love it when I make you laugh, Hera! Bingo! Jenga! And thank you for the birthday wishes for tomorrow, my darling friend. Hugging you!
You’re a September baby, too? If I read that right, Happy birthday.
I am! Are you a September baby, lovely SIS?
Yep. I was born on the autumnal equinox. (Wouldn’t it be great if that meant I was special? )
I think you’re special! In so many ways— great writer, lovely person, terrific friend. If that isn’t the definition of special, I don’t know what is!
Happy Birthday, CB. I’ll be thinkin’ about you today.
Your thinkering must have worked some magic because it raaaaiiiiiiiiiined all weekend! Sending you hugs, Hera!
Incessantly hilarious….I know you other half in multilingual and gotta ask, since he’s from West Coast, how he’d spell some of that?
Okay. All truth— we are having the hardest time/most fun trying to say “California” the way Fred Armisen says it. He adds these weird grace notes in there somewhere.
The Husband is a student of Los Angeles history and culture, so this thing spoke to him on some pretty weird levels. He can rattle off all of these place-names and their former names, and their former names before that.
Birthday? Oh Happy n-th Birthday Bluey!
Thank you, Meeka! In about three hours I will turn late-30-something!
lol – did you get a cake? Something yummy I hope!
I got steak! Which is nothing like cake. OH! And I got berry cobbler, which makes me ridiculously happy.
Yum. I love anything with fruit in it… or chocolate. 😀
ME TOO! Preferably, both! (I am going to learn how to make a blueberry pie this year for sure. And maybe tartlets. I am still intimidated by crust though. The Husband’s baking specialty is pies. From scratch. I am amazed by this, still.)
I just don’t have a feel for pastry. I have tried so many times and it never works for me. The Daughter’s bf on the other hand is fantastic with pastry of all kinds. I feel quite jealous. Maybe our hands are too warm or something?
I think pastry is like fabric— you have to have a “hand” for it to do it really well. (Or that’s what I’ve been told, anyway.) The Husband has that pastry hand, for the most part.
Do you know what? I have really warm hands! I wonder if that’s part of the problem?
What an interesting observation, Meeka!
I remember this. I didn’t dance, but I hurt myself laughing the first time I saw it, too.
I’ve been looking a long time for SNL video of Queen Latifah playing the manager of a colicky baby rapper. At one point she rapped, “He’s fus-sy, ’cause he’s a ba-by …” Could it really be as funny as I remember it?
HEY! I found the Queen Latifah/Baby K sketch information, but I cannot find a clip. Here’s a transcript, though!
That’s it!! I don’t know how you found a transcript, but I really appreciate knowing that I haven’t lost my mind. Something about the way they performed it had me laughing for days. Thanks so much for the link!
YAY! It’s my pleasure! Enjoy.
That’s so horribly hilarious! I know Californians just like that!
Here’s what I had forgotten about living in L.A.— people looooove to talk about how to get to places. This fun game is lost on me because I have no sense of direction! And it’s a city that is laid out on a grid, too!
I doubled my laughter trying to mimic the Californicational lingo!
It’s the incessant directions-talk that always cracks me up! I had forgotten about this one L.A. quirk. Everybody talks about how to get places all the time!
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