My brain sometimes puts things together in a weird way. I like to blame a lack of blood sugar, like after toiling in the yard on an empty stomach and racing downtown on my bike to go to the Twins game today. I saw a portion of a sign on a building downtown, which said, "ary Hospital." In the depths of my brain, I knew it was an animal hospital, yet I couldn't think of the word "veterinary" - only "canary." I then giggled for about 1/2 mile about a vet's office just for canaries.
So after the game, after I had food in my system, there was really no reason for the particular mashup of two totally different songs that popped in my head when a bee flew down my shirt into my sports bra. I instantly thought, "Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet? Bra? Say I'm the only bee in your bra?" simultaneously with "Shit! Bee!"
And then I thought, "That's not really flattering, is it? To be a bee in someone's bonnet?" And then I pictured, based on some old piano music we had at home when I was a kid (although we had no piano), a grey bonnet with a blue ribbon on it, while a guy hitched old Dobbin to a shay.
And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, here are the links:
https://youtu.be/NAbZzdalZh4 (They Might Be Giants; guess I have canaries on the brain?)
https://youtu.be/o0rwEpbK4fA (who knew that Bugs Bunny covered "Put on Your Old Grey Bonnet"?)
Apologies that the links weren't embedded. My phone isn't liking hyperlinks today.
I'm including a nice photo of Stacy and me from our bike ride yesterday, in lieu of going to work.
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