Are you feeling a bit like this?
But would really prefer this?
That happens to be my husband and me (hey, I never claimed we were attractive—or non-hirsute) after watching “Signing in the Waldenbooks”, a song about the woes of book signings, created and performed by author Parnell Hall several years ago.
I linked to the YouTube video above rather than embedding it, given my simian neurons are still not clear on the legality of such mischief. However, if your cerebral pathways represent a higher evolutionary structure, and you have nothing better to do (which takes us back to that first sad monkey image now, doesn’t it?), here is some information from HubPages: “Embedded YouTube Videos – Copyright Infringement?”
See, I can impart useful bits of info when I want to. I just don’t usually want to.
So enjoy this video. You do not have to be a writer to appreciate its wit. Who hasn’t lived such awkwardness? My husband laughed so hard I thought he might tangle a testicle, and the only writing he’s ever done is to Santa for a less Type-A wife. (Or was it Johnnie Walker?)
And given little brings me more pleasure than watching my ball and chain laugh, I burst into a red-faced buffoon myself.
Unfortunately, my teenager, laggering in to see whether 911 was in order (see, there’s hope yet), took one look at his hunched-over, ab-gripping parents, and assumed an expression like this:
Maybe you’ve already seen this delightful video. Early adopter of innovation, I am not. If so, enjoy it again or just toss me a look like my son did. In fact, you can even add a few gestures. I’ll never know.