My insomnia has not abated and neither did our local heat wave so I thought I’d post this clip of Marilyn Monroe trying to sing about it. When I showed it to my (gay, we’re both gay) husband, he asked, “Did any of the dancers go on to join the Village People?”
“I don’t know, but I suspect at the time most of them had male ‘roommates’ and had no wives or girlfriends to return to.”
I’m still pissed off about last night’s kale salad. This morning the Forager-in-Chief offered to go to the local Dunkin Donuts to get breakfast. I was appalled. Absolutely not, even pre-pandemic I wouldn’t eat their crap. I made something similar. I toasted some English muffins, buttered them slightly, meanwhile poached some eggs, and while the eggs were still hot and runny I put them on the English muffins and layered on some very mild cheddar cheese. They were open-face and sloppy, like everything I make is. I have gotten no complaints but no awards for presentation.
Anyway, here’s Marilyn trying her best: