So, my sister just forwarded this e-mail. Blame her.
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
I'm off to meet her for dinner. Tomorrow, I'll be back with two posts: First, a post all about my mom's birthday party, and second, an exploration of why I hate taking vacations. Actually, they might really be the same post, but we'll talk more about that tomorrow.