Old Fisherman:
I put to see at the break of dawnSeamen’s Chorus:
Mother of Water, guide me on.Old Fisherman:
I search for where the fish have gone.Seamen’s Chorus:
Mother of Water, guide me on.All:
Mother of Water, mother of waves!
Other lives she takes but ours she saves!
It opened here on Friday, and we saw it on Sunday, and loved it. It’s fluff, but it’s joyful fluff, and reminded me of being seven years old and knowing the lyrics to all of ABBA’s music. I had to be restrained to keep from singing along. (Note: there needs to be a sing-along Mamma Mia in the same vein as the sing-along Sound of Music.)
As we were leaving, Fuzzy said, “So we’re buying this on DVD as soon as it comes out, right?”
As if there’s any question.
P.S. The calendar may say “Tuesday,” but as I haven’t been to bed yet, it’s still “Monday” to me.
I’ve barely slept since Tuesday, until last night, but today even though I did get a full night’s rest, I couldn’t shake the sleepies. I went back to bed around 10:30 AM when Fuzzy went to work, and didn’t wake til after two. Slept again from 2:30 – 4. Ate something, had tea, talked to my mother – my throat felt tight, but not really achey.
At 7:45, knowing Fuzzy would be late, and that he’d be stopping at Jamba Juice on his way home, I went to sleep again, and dreamed that I was on a cruise, like one of those royal caribbean type things you always see advertised. I like the ocean a lot, but I’ve never been on an actual cruise. (I do want to take an Alaskan cruise someday though), so I don’t know what induced the dream. Maybe my “under the sea” light theme? Maybe the sea turtle background image?
Or maybe I’ve seen the movie Out to Sea one too many times.
In any case, since then I’ve had a peanut butter MOOD smoothie, a hot bath, and 2.5 bottles of water. I woke from that nap with a raging fever, sore throat, and swollen glands. And yes, Fuzzy, you probably WILL have to take Zorro to the vet without me in the morning.