(September Song Project, #5)
Driving through town the other day, I was struck by one of those rogue nerve spasms that irritate a person every now and again. Usually, mine center near an eyelid and give the appearance of frantic winking. This one was a little different, however - it broke out between nose and upper lip, repeatedly pulling my face up into a sneer.
Driving through town the other day, I was struck by one of those rogue nerve spasms that irritate a person every now and again. Usually, mine center near an eyelid and give the appearance of frantic winking. This one was a little different, however - it broke out between nose and upper lip, repeatedly pulling my face up into a sneer.
This, as you can imagine, was both fairly maddening and quite unattractive, but try as I might, I could not overpower the twitch. That darned lip just kept curling up - I felt like Elvis Presley.
After a few minutes of fruitless struggle, I finally decided, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em”, took a deep breath, and belted out,“You ain’t nothin' but a Hound Dog” at the top of my lungs.
The tic immediately abated.
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| Thank you. Thank you very much. |
NEVER underestimate the power of The King!
3 comments:
Okay, I just belted out a laugh at that one.
(And now have that song stuck in my head!)
Are you going to start attending the Church of Elvis? Heeheehee!
Mrs. F-
:-D
You're welcome.
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Not immediately, no.
But I'll bet the music is terrific! ;-p
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