Monday, December 22, 2014

Sam went to the post office to mail a medium-sized thing.

Yo, everybody! This will be another achy, crappy, spaced-out day for yours truly due to unrelenting knee pain and only getting two hours of sleep (barely). It’s so bad that even Russell Stover sugar-free marshmallow Santas have no appeal. I’M DOOMED. All I want to do today is eat my leftover Long John Silver’s fish whatnots from Saturday and attempt to pass out on the chaise in the family room. In case you give a crap, it’s presently 10:30 a.m. and Sam is gallavanting around town doing some Monday morning errands, which include picking up prescriptions and a trip to the post office to mail a medium-sized thing.

Before I forget ... the Howdygram would like to recommend a few movie favorites coming up this week on TCM (not including the Cary Grant films I listed in an earlier post).

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (1967) starring Robert Morse
Finian’s Rainbow (1968) starring Fred Astaire and Petula Clark
Ben-Hur (1959) starring Charlton Heston and a cast of thousands

The Shop Around the Corner (1940) starring James Stewart and Margaret Sullavan
Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) starring Judy Garland and Margaret O’Brien
The Man Who Came to Dinner (1942) starring Bette Davis and Monty Woolley
Christmas in Connecticut (1945) starring Barbara Stanwyck and Dennis Morgan
Indiscreet (1958) starring Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman

Three Godfathers (1948) starring John Wayne, Harry Carey, Jr., and Pedro Armendariz
Bachelor Mother (1939) starring Ginger Rogers and David Niven
A Christmas Carol (1938) starring Reginald Owen and Gene Lockhart
To be honest, Finian’s Rainbow is a really bad musical with a stupid plot about leprechauns, magic potions and southern racists (seriously), but it’s worth watching to see Fred Astaire at age 70 still adorable and dancing like a champ.

I’ve got a video to share that might be the most outrageously excited puppy in the history of forever, doing a “happy dance” when he hears and sees his human through those sliding glass doors. Is this precious, or what?

I have to sit in the front window now and wait for our Schwan’s delivery doofus to show up. (Stop laughing.) Thank you for reading this.

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