Fridaaaaay!… aka Scrunched

We watched The Age of Adaline on iTunes last night for 99¢. What a bargain.

I admit it.

I enjoyed that movie — the pace, the filming, the storyline, and how it unfolded.

I had no problem suspending disbelief.

And it gave me my music for Fridaaaaay!

I’m Just A Jitterbug

Chick Webb Orchestra, featuring Ella Fitzgerald.

Ella!

In Other News ~

I’m wondering. Do people who live in northern climes, such as Northern Girls in the Great White North, suffer more neck and shoulder pain? Do they creak and moan like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean?

Yes, I think about these things.

It’s the whole scrunching thing.

You go out for a walk in the cold damp of Oct/Nov/Dec and the cold, blowy snow of Jan/Feb/March… and you scrunch.

The shoulders go up and the head gets pulled in like a tortoise-shell situation.

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch!

You slip under the duvet onto ice cold sheets and the body folds into the fetal position, shoulders scrunched, hands clutching the duvet to the nose, head tucked down, with only the spiky fringe showing.

You sprawl on your mate, eliciting the surprised man-shout.

Are you even alive, woman?!

Who, me?

And the next thing you know, he’s all scrunched.

I have a vision of the Southern Girl in a sunny warm clime, sprawled on a warm bed in booty call shorts and tee, limbs relaxed over the head, legs stretched long, the little piggies hanging off the bed… toasty warm.

I bet there is no neck and shoulder tension there. No leg cramps.

No scrunch!

No one in a red cotton, flannel-lined night shirt, with long sleeves and a polar bear on the front, over red and white striped leggings and fuzzy socks.

Northern Girls know how to get lucky rock that winter nightwear.

Is it just me?

Signed,

Scrunched

Oh, let’s all be happy little jitterbugs.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen

P.S. I always listen to Uptown Funk writing the TGIF posts. Huh.

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