I wish they were all wearing felt

So, I'm watching the American Idol finale. Ugh.

Honestly, I'm only watching it to keep up with him. He's funny. But I digress.

Anyway, they get to the bit where they all start singing Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band songs, which just so happens to be my most favorite Beatles album, and as I am slowly filling with a heated, seething sort of rage, wondering how they could dare do that to that album, I remember this and how much I loved it as a child.

please note...

That's right; 7% class. Seven. I'd call that generous at best.

I was really hoping to get Auntie Mame

because she's my gosh-darn hero, but really, does anyone else even know who she is? I doubt it.

Your Score: Katharine Hepburn

You scored 23% grit, 38% wit, 42% flair, and 7% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

Found via The Keeper of the Cheese and the Baby's Little Heart:

the momma blues

I really want to take a nap. Like, severely. I mean, it's all grey and thunderstormy out and the baby is asleep and I have yummy flannel sheets and the window is cracked open just a little and the sleeping pill I had to take last night because I was too wound up to sleep (for reasons that it isn't time to share just yet) but took to late still hasn't totally worn off and I could only open one eye when I got up this morning....deep breath in.......but 20f3 has his author's celebration in 2 hours at school and all the parents will be there and if I am not there he will surely pack his little bags and go live in a convent and grow up and pen the most seething, heartbreaking novel the world has ever read about his traumatic childhood and his selfish, evil mother and he will become a bazillionaire and I will be hated by the swarming masses.

I better go to his thing. I guess I won't be taking a nap.

Dear CK,

Today is your birthday. Last night I sat with your family and had a wonderful dinner. I got to sit next you, and I got to watch. I watched your children, from across the table, and I noticed how they interact with you. I saw your daughter, who is a grown woman and about to have her own daughter, look at you with the look we hope and pray our daughters have for us after they're grown. I watched how your son and you have a quiet, calm, understanding friendship that I think many men try to have with their sons but few actually pull off. I see so much of you in him; all the things I love about him, all the things my children love, they are the pieces of you in him shining through. I watched your wife, who was on the other side of you, and I saw how, even though she is an amazingly beautiful woman on a normal day, beside you she glows a little differently. She loves you. After 46 years and two children and lives and careers and time and age, she loves you like crazy and it is written all over her.

I spend a lot of our time together watching you. You are the sort of man I heard somewhere existed but I had never seen for myself. I think you are fascinating. You are incredibly talented in so many different ways. I love waiting to see what you're working on next. You are so very interested in that which you are interested in. I can't imagine that there is anything that you do small, or just a little bit. You DO things, all the way, learning every little bit about them.

I look at the family that you have built up and I stand in awe of you, and how the people in your life are so unique and individual and dynamic and confident. You raised wonderful children. You married a wonderful woman. And in your quiet, unassuming way you sit right in the middle of them all. You are the kind of husband and father that I lost all hope in the existence of too many years ago.

And so, on your birthday, I am going to say how very, very much I love you and that I am more honored than you could ever possibly know to be your friend and a part of your life and to have a place in your family. I hope you have an amazing day today and every day. I hope that I can bring you, in some small way, even the tiniest little bit of the joy you have given me.

All my love,