Sunday, October 28, 2012

Dead Man's Party

So last night was GOTT and GOTTESS's annual Halloween Bash...

Mind you this is not a party for the faint of heart or shy...this is a real-live-honest-to-goodness Halloween Bash that those lucky enough to be invited to plan for and go all out for...

GOTT and GOTTESS decorate the house to the nines and pull the furniture out of the den to make room for the DJ and dance floor...complete with flashing lights and black lights, etc.

Choosing a costume for this party is a competitive sport.

One year GOTT and I went as "Lucius Malfoy" and "Bellatrix Lestrange" respectively...and if you don't know who they are---they are Harry Potter characters.  GOTT was perfect (because I helped him with his costume) and I was...well, I wasn't a BAD Bellatrix but I think my friend LovelyLydia got it better.

(BTW LovelyLydia was otherwise occupied this year and therefore I lost my best dance partner...sigh...we always do the Time Warp together and boogie on down to many of the best disco songs...at parties like this it is usually more fun to dance with a girl...)

That was the year I was about midway through my weight loss so between that and spraying my hair black as coal I went unrecognized by many.

I had friends who doubted that my hair would ever return to its golden sheen after that experience but after 5 shampoos all the black came out...just not too much fun to do at 2 in the morning but I wasn't taking chances.

When I showed up for church the next morning with my blonde hair back to it's regular color GOTT breathed a sigh of relief for me...

Last year I joined GOTTESS and our friends Susu and KuteKari and MarvelousMandy and IttyBittyMisty as...showgirls...

I think I blogged about how it is not a good idea to try and bedazzle a corset while swilling wine lest you end up with a costume that looks like a 4th grade macaroni art project...which mine did until Ke$ha Barbie fixed it for me...thank goodness I have an artist in the house...

We put on monster heels, a metric ton of makeup and eyelashes, enough feathers to rob several chickens and ostriches of their feathers, and outrageously tall feathered (and very heavy) headdresses that we rented from the costume shop.

We looked pretty girl...almost like girls in a real Vegas show...or at least some of us did...and some of us (me) came close...

Between the heels and headdresses we all pretty much almost ended up with whiplash as we maneuvered through the house and by midnight our feet and heads were aching.  At one point I abandoned the headdress and heels altogether....you can dance very easily in it nor can you clean up the kitchen after the party like that.

GOTTESS even had a very large bruise on hear head from her headdress which was the heaviest and most complex...

I do not recommend wearing a showgirl costume unless you have:
great neck muscles
a REALLY good body or at least body confidence
the ability to tolerate wearing horrible heels
the grace and carriage of a queen
quick reflexes (to get through doors)

GOTTESS was a Moulin Rouge girl the year before...while I was Bellatrix she was outfitted in hot pants, corset, fishnets and monster heels...

So this year when she suggested our costume I was on board because it meant "no stillettos"...not that I mind wearing them...I love them...they are my shoe and drug of choice...but when you know you are facing 6 or more hours like that...well...notsomuch...

She also liked the "not having to wear high heels" aspect of it...

So what were we?

Well, if you have seen the viral video of the Harvard Baseball team performing and dance and lip synching to "Call me Maybe" then you will get it...if not Google "Harvard Baseball Call me Maybe" and you can understand...

yup...we were the Harvard Baseball team...but a sexified version...

Tight t-shirts, most of us in white tennis skirts, ponytails and pigtails, hats perched perkily on our heads, and...thankyouverymuch---athletic shoes.

I had toyed with getting a pair of those wedge heeled sneakers but then I realized I was not a:
hooker
stripper
silly teenage girl

So I would likely never wear them again so why buy them?

Yes, me and my Asics were quite happy all night long.

GOTTESS and I kept saying "I love the tennis shoes" all night long.

I helped GOTTESS set up for the party...it is part of my duty as sister wife...because poor GOTT had managed to get himself overscheduled with doing radio announcing for a football game (the night before the party) and then the night of the party he had a matinee and evening performance of a play he directed.

So he was out...

Tag to the second wife...I was in...

So I helped GOTTESS with some of the chores he usually does to prep for the party.  I never mind helping her because she is one of my dearest friends and I know she would do the same for me in a heartbeat...plus it meant that I got to spend time with her and got to hear all about the night she spent in Bangkok on her last business trip.  I can't tell you what she and the group she was with did but suffice it to say she had a glorious "One Night in Bangkok" (a song from the musical "Chess"...) the night before she returned home from her 2 week business trip there.  I laughed so hard about her story that I almost cried...

So even thought it was work, it was painless work...

The only thing I feel bad about is that I didn't get to go and see GOTT's show...I almost never miss a show he directs or is in but as sister wife my first duty was to help her.

We got the house set up and decorated perfectly and even had time for a drink before all the guests arrived.

All sorts of costumed characters show up at this party...in the past there has been things like:
Underage Chinese Gymnast (the year of the Bejiing Olympics...that was Susu)
Oscar the Grouch
The BP clean-up crew (they were good)
Navy Seals
The Village People (they won last year...they cheated...they danced...we should have danced but the headdresses were impossible)
Characters from Mad Men
Katy Perry

This year we looked great as the Harvard Baseball team...and we even did the dance but we were outdone...by most of the husbands of the girls in our group...

not me!  nooooooo husband!

Although I would like to lay claim to my friend Sir Todd (called that by me in this blog because he always gallantly rescues me by entertaining me at parties or helping me find a cab stand).

Trouble is....he is gay...

And no it's not the gay part that is trouble for me...I love my my gays...it's just that I don't think he wants to marry ME...but I think he might go for being my "gay husband" at parties and keeping me company...

and he makes the most EVIL delicious corn dip ever...I call it "corn crack"...

He was "Dopey" and walked around the party in his Dwarf costume with a giant "joint" tucked behind his ear.

No you might be asking yourself at this point if these men were really dwarves or regular sized fellas...and yes, they are all "regular" sized not "fun sized" but there is a reason it worked...

Because Snow White...

was a 6ft. 8 inch British man

and yes, his wife is just about my size...a bit taller but quite petite next to him nonetheless...

everyone is petite next to him...

And he looked amazing...and if I only had his permission I would post his picture here...but I don't post photos of anyone on this blog without their permission and I forgot to ask...

There was no way we were going to win...even with sexy costumes and cute dancing...when you have a giant Snow White in your midst...

Two other costumes really caught my eye...one was "Effie" from "The Hunger Games" (and she looked pretty darn good)

the other...

"Dick in a box"

you know...from the Saturday Night Live video sketch with Andy Samberg and Justin Timberlake?

If you don't know it...youtube it...hilarious...

it even won an Emmy...not kidding...

One gal came as "Honey Boo Boo" complete with her parents "June" and "Sugar Bear"...they looked pretty darn good too...

So it was a great party even if we lost to Mr. Ginourmous in his princess costume...heck I ALMOST voted for him myself...but I had to stay true to my "team'...

It was a good/evil night for me as well...I did good on the alcohol (as I had to drive home) so I limited myself to just a couple of glasses of the vodka punch (and no wine) and like Cinderella I cut myself off at midnight and drank water and Fresca for the rest of the night.

The evil I did was with the corn dip crack and my own very excellent queso...recipe at the bottom...it is KILLER QUESO and I make GOTT a vat of it any time he wants it.  It is always one of his Christmas presents...a vat of KILLER QUESO

It was also great to not have my feet hurting at the end of the night and to not need to shower out black hairspray from my hair.

I helped with the cleanup and got home at...3 am...my usual time...

We are toying with costume ideas for next year...

"Already?" you might ask...

uh yeah...it is a competitive sport!

I'm in for whatever doesn't make me wear a head dress, killer heels, or anything that pales in comparison to an oversized Disney Princess...

Here's how you make my KILLER QUESO...I shouldn't give away my trade secrets and this is definitely NOT healthy but I like to share...

KILLER QUESO:

meat:
brown ground beef and drain...add in a package of taco seasoning and cook according to directions (no magic there...).  I usually do a pound of ground beef or turkey and because I want the flavor strong, I use 1 1/2 packages of the taco seasoning.  SAVE the 1/2 of the remaining seasoning!!!!! You will put it in the queso


Now in a crock pot you put:
One oversized (the 28 ounce size) can of Regular ROTEL, do not drain
1 10 ounce can of Lime and Cilantro Rotel, do not drain
2 large bricks (is it a pound?) of Velveeta, cubed
1/4 cup half and half (and have a bit more on hand if you need it)

Now turn on your crock pot and stir every once in a while to get it to start blending as the cheese melts. When it is mostly melted stir in the remaining 1/2 package of the taco seasoning.

add in the meat...

voila...incredible queso...

its the addition of the half and half that smoothes it out and the taco seasoning gives it a bit more kick and flavor...

It makes a really good enchilada casserole too...but do it the easy way and just layer it with corn tortillas...or use it to top rolled up beef or cheese enchiladas instead of enchilada sauce...if you do that soften the tortillas in a bit of broth first...

OK, next time I promise a healthy recipe...

Inspiration Song: "Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo...fun fun fun!

Bye Darlings...have fun trick or treating...and stealing candy from your kid's treat sacks...for me it's all about the Reese's peanut butter cups and Reese's Pieces....I always stole those from my kids...thankfully Ke$ha Barbie hates peanut butter so she handed hers over...


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Somethin Bout a Truck

So Ke$ha Barbie is up at school in Boston and therefore doesn't need her big ass truck.

So I'm driving it...

It's a Ford F150 double cab King Ranch edition...waaaaay too much truck for either of us but the ex and I decided to put a lot of metal around her when we were looking for a set of wheels for her (she wanted a MINI COOPER) and we got a great deal on it because it was used and we bought it from a friend.

Those of you who know me should find some irony in the fact it is a King Ranch edition...

Those who knew my father should find that VERY ironic as my father never drove a Ford (that I can recall...although we did have a few for the ranch) and my Daddy at one time had a GMC/Chevrolet dealership down in Kingsville.

I also find it ironic that if ever there was a man who was meant to drive a truck it was my Daddy and I can't recall him ever driving one.

He had a lot of cars...but I don't remember him behind the wheel of a truck.

Suburban---yes
Jaguar---yes
Mercedes---yes (he abused it)
Cadillac---yes
Porsche---yes

and various other silly cars...

But I don't recall a truck...but maybe some of you can enlighten me...

He bought my sister N a huge Dually (is that how you spell it?)...that thing was HUGE.  It was a diesel and it was LOUD.  I was never as comfortable driving it as she was...heck she even pulled a big horse trailer with it.  N has a lot of skills I don't have...like her ability with horses and trucks...

Once a car dealer brought a truck and trailer to one of my father's horse sales.  He had it specially painted with our ranch brand and colors so my father was pretty much compelled to buy the thing.  That thing was LOUD but not because of the engine...but because of the obnoxious paint job (Lovely Linda---you and Scott should remember that rig).  Daddy called it "the calliope"...maybe because it was loud and obnoxious.

When I was little I used to ride around in Chale's truck.  Chale worked for my dad and was like a second father to me.  He had grown up with Daddy (they were born 4 days apart) and would remain a permanent fixture in my father's life until Daddy's death and he was a permanent fixture in my life until his death.

Chale always had on the "Mexicano musica" (his words) on the radio.  I SAT on the armrest on the passenger side.  N was often found standing in the middle of the big bench seat with Chale's arm wrapped around her to keep her from flying around.

There were no carseats in those days so Chale's arm was pretty much it.

The fact that I once had a "caboose" small enough to perch on a built in arm rest still amazes me...

Everyone who was friends with me at one time or another rode in Chale's truck...makes you smile doesn't it (those of you who did)?

So back to me and this big ass truck...

I waited a while before taking it out for a drive...

It needs to be driven but for a long while I was unable to get inside that truck and be reminded of just how much I miss Ke$ha Barbie.  I still can't go into her room...in fact I have yet to climb those stairs and look at that empty bed.  Only my housekeeper goes there now...and the cats...but I think they have given up looking for her up there.  We can't say her name without a cry from our big fat Bengal cat...he mourns her going away the most...

The Cutest Boy in the World ventures up there occasionally.  He has toyed with the idea of moving up to that room but I told him it was up to him and his father to move the furniture up there and repaint the turquoise walls and take down the crystal chandelier...

Needless to say NONE of that has happened.

So I got into her truck a few weeks ago and started it up and noticed something on the floor...

No, not a vodka bottle...

TATER TOTS

yes, I told her to clean up the truck before we left but somehow getting the old sonic bag and the various tater tots strewn about the cab of the truck did not manage to find their way into the trash can...

EWWWWWWW...

say it with me...I know you are thinking it...because that is what I said...

EWWWWWWW....

I stopped and got the dead tater tots out of the truck before I fully pulled out of the driveway.

She has an awesome stereo system in the truck...and I can plug my iPhone into it and listen to my own music (and yes, I did change all of her preset music channels...what the heck is "Chill"?)

Or rather I WOULD plug in my iPhone to listen to my own music but I decided that before my old iPhone died an untimely and ugly death I would go ahead and upgrade my phone to the new iPhone5.

And therein lies the problem...

Because Apple saw fit to change the PLUG for the phone...so now I am waiting for a converter in the mail so I can connect the phone to the stereo...

("Dear Apple...thank you for making my life more complicated than it was supposed to be with this new phone...sincerely, your only-slightly-happy-with-her-new-phone customer")

The truck makes me feel...

a little


BADASS....

I see why she liked driving it.

It's not really any bigger (well a bit bigger) than by suburban...but it feels..."beefier"...

And I feel like the ranch girl I was born and bred to be when I hop out of it.

Even if it is a Ford and not the Chevy's I am used to.

I feel a bit sexy in it...

Until I try and park it.

When Ke$ha Barbie was in school the powers-that-be realized that she was not great at parking.  She knew it too so she was always at school early...so she could shove that thing into the space she was assigned before the other two cars beside her made her have to thread the needle.

Her high school, like most in Texas, has a parking lot full of big ass trucks and SUV's.  It may be a private school but the kids at her school favor trucks for hunting and sport.

She fit right in.

But most of those trucks are driven by boys...I think she may have been the only girl who drove a real truck...in fact I am pretty sure she was.

Once her college counselor saw she was having a bit of difficulty parking the truck and she went outside to help Ke$ha Barbie.  She ended up parking the truck herself.  She (the college counselor...who I shall name "GODDESS" because she got Ke$ha Barbie into a fabulous college...and I plan to erect a statue in her honer) told me and her husband this story one night at dinner.  Her husband began to laugh and turned to me and said: "your daughter must be a terrible driver if my wife, who is not the worlds best with a big truck, had to park the truck".  I reminded him that his wife drives an SUV that is on the same wheel base as Ke$ha Barbie's truck...college counselor and I clicked our glasses in a toast at that comment...

My daughter was given a GREAT parking spot her senior year...one easy to park in and no one on either side of her...I think everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

So none of this was lost on me last week when I drove that truck (shall I call it "MY" truck?) to the school to watch my son play his football game...

I drove around a bit until I saw a truck the same size exiting a parking spot and I took that (and prayed) and managed to park the truck just fine.

(The spaces at the high school are TIGHT even for a Mini Cooper)

My biggest issue now is if I decide to sell my suburban in favor of driving the truck for a while (The Cutest Boy in the World wants to inherit it) will I be able to handle it?

And will my pet valet men at Nordstrom know me in my new vehicle?  Now THAT worries me...

But I do like feeling like a sexy badass in the truck...

And since I haven't managed to find a man who drives a big ass truck to squire me around I might as well do it myself...and just wait until TCBITW can do it for me.

But in the meantime, I think I like the truck...

even if it is a Ford...and the King Ranch stuff unnerves me a bit...

And hey, maybe there is some man out there that drives a very nice sedan that would like to date a woman who drives a big ass truck...

I'll hand him the keys...

Inspiration Song: "Somethin Bout a Truck" by Kip Moore.  OK, those of you who know me well know I pretty much loathe country music...but this one fit...and it's not TOO bad of a song...and since Aerosmith hasn't gotten around to recording a song about big ass trucks this will have to do...Toby Keith has a song about a woman driving a truck called "Big Ol Truck" but I liked this one better...

Bye Darlings...I may drive a bad ass big ass truck but I'm still just a suburban housewife...


Sunday, October 7, 2012

Safe and Sound

So all of you out there in blogland and facebook are probably wondering what the heck has kept me from blogging for over 2 months...

I hadn't realized it had been so long until I tried finding a link to my blog on my facebook page and couldn't find it...not that I have been on facebook much either...

So it was the end of July that I last blogged and sooooooo much has happened in my life since then...

I took my daughter to college at Tufts

My son started high school

I gained 8 pounds I can't seem to lose

I have some new workout obsessions

I have learned more about Renaissance artists in Florence than I have ever wanted to know about Renaissance artists in Florence

That's about it...but it has been plenty...

So let's start with the hardest one to talk about...taking Ke$ha Barbie to college.

Wow...hardest thing I have done since burying my mother.  Getting into the cab and driving away from Tufts after settling her into her dorm was like leaving my heart on the sidewalk...because I did...

When Ke$ha Barbie came screaming into this world I took one look at her gorgeous face and beautiful blue eyes and my immediate thought was that I never wanted her more than an arm's reach away.

In fact when they took her to the nursery I cried and insisted on them wheeling me by her to gaze at in the window when they took me to my room.  Every time the nurses brought her in to me I just stared at her as she nursed and I couldn't believe that the gorgeous creature in my arms was my baby.

As she grew that feeling of needing her close was always with me.

But she had other ideas...

In fact, I'm pretty sure that if she could have walked out of that delivery room on her own she would have and she would have kept going.

She has ALWAYS been fiercely independent.

Never had a second of separation anxiety...I did but she never did...NEVER...

When she was a toddler sometimes I would look in the rear view mirror as we were driving and I would see her and have to pull over to kiss her sweet little face.

I did not have that same feeling when I once drove her home from  a party where she had decided to try taking shots...thank goodness her friends called me but as she was moaning and slumped over in the seat next to me I wondered where that cute little toddler that would sit in her car seat and sing was...certainly not the drunk teenager I had in the car next to me.

I felt like a failure as a mom that night...but then I remembered I didn't pour that liquor down her throat...she did...and she was probably going to do it again...and at least that time I was able to take care of her.

Now she is at college and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE IS UP TO...

And it's almost 19 years since the day she pushed her way into this world and it went by like a minute...

My Aunt Jane flew up to Boston with us because I needed someone to hold me and help me get thru it. It was always something I had planned to do with my mom so having Jane come with me meant more to me than she will ever know.

We flew up together and got up to Boston just in time to meet some friends for dinner.  We went out for some delicious Indian food and had a great time.  Our friends were old friend's of Jane's but new friends for Camiel and I and we loved getting to know a wonderful mom and daughter...and I am happy Camiel has a mom she can call up there in New England.

The next day we went shopping on Newbury Street in Boston.  Yeah I spent too much money at lululemon and H&M but what the heck.

Ke$ha Barbie found a resale shop she wanted to look in and left with a pair of Christian Louboutin blood red patent pumps that fit her like the ruby slippers fit Dorothy.  Her's for less than 1/5 of what they usually cost.  I still don't have a pair...but she literally danced when she put them on and since they didn't cost any more than the ugly Doc Martens she had just purchased I was game to pay for them.

We also found this great little shop that sells olive oil and balsamic vinegar.  That's all they sell...and Jane and I ended up buying 24 bottles of stuff between us...not kidding.

Best.Olive.Oil.Ever

Flavors like...butter (yes, and it tastes like butter)...chipotle...harissa...lemon...sage and wild mushroom olive oils.   And balsamic vinegars in flavors like: blueberry/ginger...chocolate...espresso...

AMAZING

I have been making amazing salads with the lemon olive oil with the blueberry/ginger vinegar and...and I know this sounds weird but it is awesome: chipotle olive oil with chocolate balsamic vinegar.

here's the website...order some now!

bostonoliveoilcompany.com

And get that wild mushroom and sage and drizzle it over pasta or navy beans or make risotto with it...

My next purchase is pumpkin vinegar to mix with the sage and wild mushroom olive oil to drizzle on butternut squash ravioli...

yeah I will pay for that sin later...

That night we ate an amazing dinner at a restaurant near our hotel and celebrated Ke$ha Barbie's new life at Tufts.

The next day we grabbed a cab and moved her into her dorm.  It took a while to arrange and re-arrange the room but Jane came up with the perfect arrangement for the furniture and the girls (Ke$ha Barbie and her roomate) were happy.

The school served lunch to all of the new freshman and their families...it was a lovely lunch on the lawn and hill in the middle of campus and I was blown away by how pretty the campus was and how friendly everyone was.

They had a "Matriculation Ceremony" to present the new freshman to the deans and the university bigwigs.  It was a very proud moment for me...yes, I cried...and I sent an email to here college counselor pledging my undying love for her getting Ke$ha Barbie into such an incredible college.

16,500 kids applied...they took 1350...one of them was my kid...wow...

The dean of admissions (who was introduced and welcomed by a huge roar of approval from the crowd of kids and parents) told us a bit about the class that Ke$ha Barbie was part of: 10 kids are awaiting patents...34 kids are Chinese nationals...someone is a professional MIME (yeah that's weird)...one student was nominated for a Grammy...

And they took my little artist...

So then it was time to go...to leave my heart there on the Tufts campus...if not for Jane I'm not sure I could have gotten in the cab...

But I did...

And then Jane and I went to a great dinner where I drowned myself in an ah-may-zing tequila drink...or 3...I lost count...

The next day Jane and I spent a blissful day at the Museum of Fine Arts Boston (I highly recommend a visit there) and then it was time to get on the plane and head back to Houston...and leave Ke$ha Barbie behind in Boston.

Getting on that plane took all my strength and a bit of vodka...

And as we took off I cried thinking that as proud as I was of her, I was still worried...because in my mind she was still that little toddler I dropped off at "Mom's Day Out" and I wasn't ready for the separation...

But she was...and is...and she is doing great...

Back here at home I had my incredible boy to look after.  He started his freshman year with a bang---the coach put him and a few of his friends on the sophomore football team and as proud as I was of that I also don't love him playing against older, bigger, and more experienced boys.  But he has proven himself as starting middle linebacker and I just hold my breath when he is on the field.

And he has a girlfriend...

she is a darling girl and aside from being beautiful and smart, she also has managed to organize his locker and gotten him to dress in clothes that actually match...at least at school...

As I walked the halls of the high school on parent night I was reminded of Ke$ha Barbie's first year there and how well she had turned out...so I have great faith in the school for my son.  And a few of her teachers told me how proud they were of her and how happy they were to get to know her brother.

And since he has the same college counselor as his sister I know that 4 years from now when he is at college he will have been guided well to make a good choice...and the college counselor will have a much easier time with my son than my artist daughter...

Um...now about the 8 pounds...what the hell?

It won't budge...it won't...so I have sworn off the scale for a bit and I'm eating healthy and still working out like a fiend...

it will come off...and I'm not gonna let it keep me from being happy...or having my red wine...

And one thing I have taken up is a new obsession that JayVee has me hooked on...indoor rowing on a water rower.

JayVee is not only one of my dearest and closest friends but she is also the group fitness director at my health club.  She is constantly on the lookout for the newest, best and latest ways to get us moving and grooving...and now she has brought us "indorow".

It's a rowing machine but it is not electronic...although it has a little computer attached that counts your strokes and "meters rowed".

It is hard as hell.

And fun to do...

60% of it is in the legs...20% your core and 20% your arms...all good...

She also has me doing this class called "Shock Wave"...

yeah the "shock" part is how freakin hard it is...I almost threw up the first time...as have other friends who have tried it.

Talking about kicking butt...it's a group class where you rotate to different stations...things like "core" or "legs" or "squats" or "tricep dips" and 2 stations of rowing like mad...you can't move to the next station until the group on the rowers hit their "goal" (like 200 meters).  You end up PRAYING that the strong and fast ones are the ones on the rowers when you are holding a plank...trust me on this...

And I'm still loving my spin classes and JayVee's "Total Body Jam" (yea!  that one is tomorrow's punishment du jour).

All good and I may be carrying around 8 extra pounds but my clothes still fit and I can hide the extra in my tummy but my shoulders look awesome...

As for the Renaissance artists...I have been helping out our Art a la Carte program at my kids' former school by revising the power points that the moms teach the program with.  I have had fun but frankly I'm sick of Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Raphael...and I'm not talking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles here but the real deal...but hey, if you need an art history lesson---I'm your girl....

So that's what has been going on with me....next time I will blog about some fun stuff and maybe by blogging I will keep myself busy with something other than worrying about my kids and explaining how Brunelleschi designed the dome of the Florence Cathedral (real name: Basilica di Santa Marie di Fiore...yes, I told you I know too much about Renaissance artists...)

Inspiration Song: "Safe and Sound" by Capital Cities.  Fun song...in the "alternative" music category but I like my Alt Nation on Sirius XM...

Bye Darlings...I am safe and sound...and next time we will have a bit more fun here...unless I digress into a discussion of sfumato in the Mona Lisa...be safe and sound yourself...