I don’t believe any cashews were harmed during the making of this cashew chicken.
Danger Monkey, age 6: “She’s not really asleep, Dad.”
Little Miss Thing, age 3,: (yelling) “I’M ASLEEP!”
Me: “You know, kiddo… As a general rule, people who scream ‘I’m asleep’ are not really asleep.”
LMT: (now whispering) “I’m asleep.”
Dear little old lady singing loudly and badly in the booth next to me in the quiet restaurant;
I needed a reminder that song is an eruption of joy, not a staged performance reserved for practiced professionals.
I can’t recall ever getting this much enjoyment from Lionel Ritchie’s Three Times A Lady in my entire life.
Thank you, tone deaf Grandma.
Keep singing, old girl. Keep singing.