As entertainment, my daughter and I are doing the 30-day song challenge on Instagram. It goes something like this. Every day you're supposed to post something according to the challenge.
Elle's: Troubadour by George Strait
Moi: Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson
Then, it's usually followed by Elle's making fun of my music taste. Yesterday's was a song from your preteens. So I said, "Summer Lovin'" from "Grease." To which, my daughter sent me a text merely saying, "You're old."
I mean, who raised this kid?
Anyway, I love what she said about George Strait. She always had a crush on him -- because I mean, well yeah. Who didn't? But she said she has to give that up because on his latest song, he's got the "full grandpa sit" going. Then, she brings up the picture. "Look Mom, I mean, it's a full grandpa sit. Look how deep he is on that bench."
We should all look so good as a Grandpa. And that tequila is over $100 a bottle.
Today's challenge is a song from the 70's, which I feel is too redundant. I already said, "You're the Biggest Part of Me" by Ambrosia for something, and "Back in Black" for playing something loud and then, there's Grease. But I'm glad my daughter knows good music from the 70's. Her song to drive to was "Fortunate Son" by Creedence. Mine was "Circles" by Post Malone. How backward is that?
What are you doing to entertain yourself as this shutdown gets longer?
I'm almost done with my book, Room at the Top, and I hope it have it edited and available by June 1st. Lots of love to you out there!