And the snow keeps coming.
This morning I was planning on getting my car in for a checkup. Before I could get it to the repair shop I had to dig out the driveway. About a foot of snow to be removed from the car and the driveway. Unfortunately the road was not plowed. Thus getting out of the driveway was easy. Getting out of the neighborhood, not happening. It’s funny to think that some grandparents will tell little children – I used to walk uphill through the snow both ways to school. As sad as it is, I’m one of those people that can say that and not be lying. The hill I had to drive over to get to the shop, well, too slick to get over.
It means I’m sitting at home for the day and enjoying some indoor time.
Being that I’m not far from where I learned to make the best pizza in the world, I have to roll with a song about a pizza boy. In comes Phoebe Legere. She is defined as the female version of Frank Zappa. I’m not sure I hear that in the music, but I certainly hear it in the lyrics.
This jazzy little number is a fun ditty that while listening to the lyrics actually reminds me of nights where I was delivering pizzas in the dead of winter. Oh yeah, I was a pizza boy. Though I wasn’t sicilian. For that matter, I’m still not sicilian.
Enjoy the trip down pizza lane in a show tune type of vibe.