After being in ballroom dance studios for 30+ hours a week for 10+ years, I am an absolute PRO at singing along with most elevator and hold music. Most of the time, I don't even realize the music that has entered my subconscious after hearing it in the background for hours at a time until I am tapping my foot to the tune at the bank or hardware store or restaurant.
But then there was this:
And along with a handful of other classic songs from the crooners of yesteryear, I blushed when the lyrics landed in my head. I mean, today's music is explicit, but using EVERY EUPHEMISM IN THE WORLD isn't much better.
Huzzah, Rosemary Clooney, you dirty bird.
Cheers, it's Friday.
One year ago: I'm Having A Ball, in which I write a pretty lame post.
Two years ago: Jif, in which I share my favorite go-to soup recipe.
