It's an Easy Cheesy Sunday and I'm time tripping to my first concert back in 1978. It was the eve of my first day of high school and, much to the chagrin of Mom, I had a ticket to go see the Commodores with my friend Jimmy C.
It was an obvious show for me to go to. See, I had a fro. I wanted to be Dr J and Dr J had a fro too. Actually he had an afro. Mine was just a fro.
As seen below, Lionel Richie also had an afro. Obviously, Lionel Richie wanted to be Dr J too. Jimmy Carter was President. Jimmy Carter didn't have a fro but he, too, wanted to be Dr J. Everybody wanted to be Dr J.
Well, we can't all have afros and we can't all be Dr J. But it is an Easy Cheesy Sunday and we do have the afroriffic Lionel Richie of the Commodores. There's only one tune that will suffice:
I don't know how much more of this I can take without building my own underground bunker. It gets harder and harder to act in a normal fashion as if nothing strange is going on in this world.
I mean, every morning I wear my Keep Calm and Carry On tshirt while I drink my morning joe outta my Keep Calm and Carry On coffee mug after showering behind my Keep Calm and Carry On shower curtain. I am the Lebron James of Keeping Calm and Carrying On.
ISIS, Greece, Chinese hackers...no worries, mate. The Calm is Kept and Carried. But this? Worries, mate. Big, big worries.
Millions of raining spiders.
Millions. Raining on your head. On my head. On my froless head.
Putting on the Left Calm and Currently Freaking Out tshirt right now.
Easy Cheesy Sunday is over.