When I worked at Chili’s, years ago, the kitchen was full of calphalon
pans and this was before they made handles that stayed cool to the
touch.
We had little holders that would fit over the handles so you didn’t
burn your hand, and these were called weenie warmers.
The more you know…
(PS: Don’t google this unless you are brave.)
Insanity laughs under pressure, we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love,
give love, give love, give love?
‘Cos love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure, under pressure, pressure.
I’m on my bed watching “Over the Hedge” with my little girl, while her
oldest brother talks maniacally in his room with my wife. I forgot
how fun this movie is, too bad we have to sit through the commercials.