...and with today's heat and humidity it really was a sweat shop. LOL.
i was right yesterday, today was spent tearing the paper off the HST's and pressing them. Now that's definitely mindless work if there ever was such a thing, so to keep my mind occupied while working thru stack after stack of HST's I thought back to my University days....Penny University, that is!
Penny University was a folk singing club way back in the 70's. it got it's name because the coffee was a penny a cup, and it was just down the road from the local Jr College. Anyone who had a guitar or a banjo could get up on stage and do a 30-45 minute set just for the experience. Gosh there was a lot of great talent back then!
Anyway, one of those mindless songs that was sung was called "Liza and Henry". it was a dialogue song between a married couple with little between them except a certain old bucket...and it goes like this.
Henry: There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
Liza: Well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.
Henry: But how shall i fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza.
But how shall i fix it, dear Liza, how?
Liza: With straw, dear Henry, etc, etc.
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw.
Henry: But how shall I cut it, dear Liza, etc.
But how shall I cut it, dear Liza, how?
Liza: With a knife, dear Henry, etc.
With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry with a knife.
(by now everyone is laughing)
Henry: But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, etc.
But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, too dull!
Liza: (who by this time is getting a little upset with dear Henry)
Well, sharpen it, dear Henry, etc.
Well, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it.
Patient Henry: But how shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, etc.
But how shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, how?
Liza: With the stone, dear Henry, etc.
With the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, with the stone.
Henry: But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, etc.
But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.
Exasperated Liza: Well wet it, dear Henry,etc.
Well wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.
Henry: With what shall i wet it, dear Liza, etc.
With what shall i wet it, dear Liza, with what?
Liza (on her last nerve) With water, dear Henry, etc.
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, with water.
Henry (with a gleem in his eye) But how shall i fetch it, dear Liza,etc.
But how shall i fetch it, dear Liza, how?
Liza: With the bucket, dear Henry, etc.
With the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, with the bucket!
(long pause)
Henry: But Liza...(everyone sings) There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, A HOLE!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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yup, it's always been a man thing. Try and get the wife to fix it. Drive her crazy.
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