I occupied all day spending our Christmas budget on four well behaved children ( yes, I checked my list twice ). Again with the 80’s cd playing on full volume, I drove thirty minutes to the big city to catch some bargains for the cubes to be placed under the tree. Thankfully we have only two members of the family who are old enough to hold Christmas against us at future family reunions. The other two will be happy to get a wrapped anything and some chocolate in the stocking. It’s nice to have the flexibilty to get Otto a microscope while Zelie gets a potato head. After the seventh shop, you see they don’t have ” A Mall” in our neck of the woods, so after the seventh shop which means parking, un-carseating infant, shopping, price tag shock, re-carseating infant ( let me tell you, she would prefer to scream and plank than sit in that damn seat ) so after this, I turn the car on and Cameo starts playing. Oh and I’m thrilled with my thoughts quickly tunneled into ” now what material was used in Cameo’s codpiece?” And the word “codpiece” is very odd. I think it’s plastic. More importantly, you need to appreciate the timeless load that is Cameo.
After Cameo, Mr. McFerrin starts blabbing about how I shouldn’t worry and instead I should be happy. Yes, McFerrin, I worry about a lot of things. I worry about the cows getting out. I worry about my kids education. I worry about my husband working with cows with big horns. I worry about my Siamese cat that is not too skinny, but might be. I worry that Tosca is too fat. I worry that Michael might wear that mansie-onsie again. Look, there are lots of things to worry about, but I listened to Bobby ( can I call you Bobby? ) and I let it all go. I said, “yeah, don’t worry, me. Be happy. ” It started to work. Suddenly, I was worrying about nothing yet occupied with the next moves on our workload. I felt empowered. The lyrics say : No cash? No girl? Don’t worry be happy. Your rent is late? They gonna sue your ass? Don’t worry be happy. Great lyrics, man. My appreciation for Bobby was heightened by Cameo. If I heard Bobby first, I’d be all ” dude, you don’t even know. you have kids? you starting a farm? no, so how ’bout I give you MY number and you call me when you need some yummy beef.” Yet, I suppose on first listen, it might actually be a good song. In the 80’s I was happy. In the 00’s I am also happy. Perhaps Bob ( can I call you Bob? ) had something to do with it.