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Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The Gospel according to Paul.
4:25 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
Paul Simon, that is.
As I was on my way into work this morning, my iPod was playing a selection of tunes from Paul and his old buddy Art. As I merrily sang along at the top of my lungs, Paul told me something interesting.
"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile." *
So you know what? I decided I'd make my day the same way. Truly, I had a lot to do - but nothing that couldn't wait until tomorrow.
I went into the office, and spent the day smiling. I caught up with some people I hadn't seen lately, and I took my friend Greg to lunch at Chipotle, where I scored him some free tacos. I teased my boss about catching a virus from a hooker (okay, her last name is Hooker, but that made it even funnier), and I found the French lyrics to a song my assistant has been listening to. I translated them into English and printed them out for her, which made HER smile, too.
I left a bit early because it's snowing like hell (AGAIN - I'm starting to think this guy is a hazy shade of winter), and as soon as A gets home from Scrabble Club, I'm going to take him out for dinner at the new restaurant here in town.
Later, I'm going to shovel my driveway and do some yoga.
Then I'm going to eat a cookie.
And who knows? Maybe tomorrow I'll buy a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies, then walk off to look for America. If I hitchhike from Saginaw, it will take me about four days to find you. We can be lovers **, and marry our fortunes together.
* A big smooch to whoever can name that tune the fastest. Googling is cheating, for the record.
** No, peas. Not you. Dudes only.
Edited to add - the new restaurant in town is fabulous! We're stuffed. I may have to forego the cookie.
And the plow guy came while we were gone, and didn't even kill my driveway! I only had to shovel the sidewalk. I'm officially happy :)
As I was on my way into work this morning, my iPod was playing a selection of tunes from Paul and his old buddy Art. As I merrily sang along at the top of my lungs, Paul told me something interesting.
"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile." *
So you know what? I decided I'd make my day the same way. Truly, I had a lot to do - but nothing that couldn't wait until tomorrow.
I went into the office, and spent the day smiling. I caught up with some people I hadn't seen lately, and I took my friend Greg to lunch at Chipotle, where I scored him some free tacos. I teased my boss about catching a virus from a hooker (okay, her last name is Hooker, but that made it even funnier), and I found the French lyrics to a song my assistant has been listening to. I translated them into English and printed them out for her, which made HER smile, too.
I left a bit early because it's snowing like hell (AGAIN - I'm starting to think this guy is a hazy shade of winter), and as soon as A gets home from Scrabble Club, I'm going to take him out for dinner at the new restaurant here in town.
Later, I'm going to shovel my driveway and do some yoga.
Then I'm going to eat a cookie.
And who knows? Maybe tomorrow I'll buy a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies, then walk off to look for America. If I hitchhike from Saginaw, it will take me about four days to find you. We can be lovers **, and marry our fortunes together.
* A big smooch to whoever can name that tune the fastest. Googling is cheating, for the record.
** No, peas. Not you. Dudes only.
Edited to add - the new restaurant in town is fabulous! We're stuffed. I may have to forego the cookie.
And the plow guy came while we were gone, and didn't even kill my driveway! I only had to shovel the sidewalk. I'm officially happy :)
8 comments:
Only Living Boy in New York. Paul wrote it when he and Artie were on the outs, and almost broken up.
The references to Tom and a plane arriving on time in the opening line refer to Artie (who was Tom when they performed as Tom and Jerry early in their career) leaving to go to Mexico to film Catch-22. Art's acting career was a major issue between the two.
I just KNEW you would be the one to get it! After all, you're the only person cool enough to name your cat Julio (down by the school yard).
Um, if I smooch you on Sunday, will your wife hit me?
I don't want our children to be scarred for life over a chick fight or anything.
Anita's not the jealous type, but just in case, let's make it a hug and a metaphoric smooch.
By the way, "Metaphoric Smooch" would be a great name for a band.
Whew. That works for me.
Metaphoric Smooch definitely beats Tom and Jerry, I'll give you that.
And by the way, as I was getting out of my car this morning, Hazy Shade of Winter was on. My assistant was walking by and said, "Hey, I didn't know somebody remade the Bangles tune!"
It was almost enough to make a grown smoocher cry.
I got all excited when you said you were gonna eat a cookie...
Until I said I was going to forego it?
What is the past tense of forego, anyway? Forewent?
I'm thrilled that you had a happy day! *yay*
I dunno...I forgot...lol