PS to "My Favorite Things" or My Cuz is the Coolest

Some of you might recall the post where I mentioned a few of my favorite things. Well in that post I talked about singing that Julie Andrews classic as a young girl. Today, my very special Cuz emailed me Julie’s latest version of the lyrics. Supposedly she sang it for her 69th birthday.

You young whipper snappers would call it a remix, and it goes like this:

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails nd new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.Cadillacs and cataracts, and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or ood cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin’,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin’,
And we won’t mention our short, shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had, And then I don’t feel so bad.

I don’t know. I think I like the first one better. It made me happy. This one, well . . . how does it make YOU feel?

BW

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