The air's fine down in this hole

I got a day off today because my birthday was some time this week.

I spent the day doing nothing whatever constructive.

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B, one of my four-year-olds, sings "Row Your Boat" when unaccompanied with his own rather interesting interpretation of the lyrics. I loved it and asked him to sing it over and over until he got bored, so I could try to transcribe it here.

"Row, row your boat
Jenny down the street
Mary, Mary, Mary
Life is just in cream"

Dude, this kid is a pimp. Especially if that last line is actually "Life is Justine Cream." That would be awesome.

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One time, a long time ago, I was sitting in a diner in LA with the Friar and Auric (who is, I must reiterate for the purposes of this anecdote, the singer of a successful rock band). Near the end of our lunch, Auric started softly singing along to the diner's piped-in music, keeping rhythm with his fingers on the Formica table top.

The waiter, sassy and dressed in an array of scarves and patches which was probably the height of LA fashion then, swept by our table and remarked to Auric, "Don't quit your day job."

Friar and I laughed and laughed. Oh, boy, did Auric get cut down there! Zing!

...

...And then Auric went home to his mansion where his model wife was waiting for him. Okay, we little people need to take our victories where we can find them.