It’s a do-nothing Saturday at the Sommerer’s, although if it’s anything like the last do-nothing day, we’ll be singing back up for Sting tonight. I’m wondering what I should get accomplished, and it might be getting out the Halloween decorations. Speaking of decorating, Brad had some electrical trouble at his home, but I completely think he should look on the bright side. Look what can be done to make it fit the holiday season! A little spray paint can work miracles!
Not only will I never look at Brad’s house the same…neither will he…poor, poor, Brad…
Heh.
My house is a jack-o-lantern? I will silently weep at night for my house. My pumpkin house.
You’re like that kid who lived in a squash. How’s that go? “He lived in a pumpkin, he didn’t know what to do.” No, that’s not right. “Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater. Had a wife and couldn’t keep her. Put Brad in a pumpkin house and there he wept and Laur’n’s a louse.”