It was so gorgeous here on Friday and Saturday! We worked in the yard, blew billions of bubbles, drew colorful pictures on the driveway with sidewalk chalk, and actually got sunburnt noses.
And on Sunday--the day of rest--it rained. All. Day. Long.
Gray, damp days make me wanna lie around reading a good whodunit, while listening to soft rock hits from the late 7o's/early 80's.
Yeah, I admit it. I love the music of my childhood:
Player's "Baby Come Back."
How can you not love a band named Ambrosia? "Biggest Part Of Me" is a classic.
And I cannot mention my love of mellow gold music without giving a shoutout to my cousin, Paul Davis. I'm praying one of my girls inherited his singing/songwriting talents.
(Do I love that the late Ricky Nelson introduces my late cousin, performing his biggest hit? Of course I do.)
Call me uncool all you want...I'm not ashamed or afraid to out my appreciation for long-haired men with falsetto voices, rocking me gently, polyester-style.
Don't judge. Just love the music. 'Cause they sure don't make it like this anymore.