Gold! Sweet gold!

[thehefner]

I stumbled over to the bathroom mirror this morning, mere seconds after I had awakened. There I am, bleary, crusty-eyed, looking twenty years older as we tend to do first thing in the morning. My hair is a greasy mop of bedhead, and my muttonchops are flattened and askew. And since it was a cold night, I'm wearing nothing but my red union suit*.

Overnight, I have transformed into an 1890's prospector, ready to sift for "GOLD! SWEET, SWEET GOLD! EE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NOW AH THINK AH'LL EAT MAH SHOE!"

*For those who don't know, a union suit is that long underwear bodysuit, the kind with the butt-flap. Which shouldn't surprise any of you to know that I have it. I feel the need to explain this because when I told someone about it before, she got a sudden visual of me lounging around my house in a full Civil War Union Soldier uniform. "Ah do declare, this heah 'Spongebob Squared-Pants' is a delight."

Comments

[fishymcb.livejournal.com]

"I'm tired. It's time for bed. BED! SWEET BED! EE-HEE-HEE!"

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Wow. I am so glad I read that fresh from the shower. I feel so much better about my hair now.

You look 10 years older when you wake up? Huh. I look about 5 years younger. Sometimes with pillow creases indented in my cheek.

Still, 'tis a cute mental image. ^.^

[ortugatay.livejournal.com]

Bart: That ain't been popular since aught-six, dag-nab it!
Homer: What did I tell you?
Bart: No talking like a grizzled 1890s prospector. Consarn it.

Gosh darn, they're stealing the horses!

[fiveseconddelay.livejournal.com]

Told you about my reenacting days staggering out of tent in BVDs, boots, hat, gun belt, and rifle?

[covenhouse-cat.livejournal.com]

This brings back an odd memory of playing Mortimer in "The Fantasticks". My costume consisted of a union suit and an Indian headdress that had seen better days. And a pirate hat (not worn at the same time).

Let me just say that union suits are very silly indeed. Consarn it.