Alligators and ear worms

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Thanks to my choice in feeds, and Google’s sans of seeding radio, I’ve had this song stuck in my head.

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down a river
And we see’d the British come
And there must have been a hundred of’em
Beatin’ on the drums
They stepped so high
And they made their bugles ring
We stood by our cotton bales
And didn’t say a thing
We fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fire our muskets
‘Till we looked ’em in the eyes
We held our fire
‘Till we see’d their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave ’em – well we
Fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our cannon ’til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where the rabbit couldn’t go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn’t catch ’em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Johnny Horton
Battle of New Orleans lyrics © Emi Catalog Partnership

And some random chuckles involving alligators and cannon balls….

Signs of too much software:

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Of reasons why I think there’s too much software installed += 1.

When I start debating between creating groupings by the suite (Google, Microsoft, Apple, etc) versus by the function (Documents, Communication, etc). So far, I’m still leaning towards the latter which is loosely how my iPad’s screens are organized.

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I was like “You look so comfortable!” as I walked past, and Corky’s head shot up as if to say he’s doing nothing wrong, lol.

Earlier it had been occupied by a pair of cozy goonie birds.

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The main reason that I’ll take a picture of dinner is to capture the dogs reaction.

And sometimes I get a few good snapshots.

To this I will also add that spinach, mushrooms, and Alfredo works better than anticipated.

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Not sure if I should describe them as still comfy, or more comfy, lol.

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Pretty sure that Willow, Misty, and even Corky are smarter than all of us. Or at least they’re smartly more comfortable than all of us, lol.