Gotta love Billie Holiday A Fine Romance Dorothy fields / jerome kern A fine romance, with no kisses A fine romance, my friend this is We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes But you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed potatoes A fine romance, you won’t nestle A fine romance, you won’t wrestle I might as well play bridge With my old maid aunt I haven’t got a chance This is a fine romance A fine romance, my good fellow You take romance, I’ll take jello You’re calmer than the seals In the arctic ocean At least they flap their fins To express emotion A fine romance with no quarrels With no insults and all morals I’ve never mussed the crease In your blue serge pants I never get the chance This is a fine romance posted by Beth 7:59 PM . . . Sunday, February 29, 2004 My bird, Bandit, died today at 12:55pm. My mom called for me to go downstairs at 7:48am to get him. He was sleeping on the bottom of his cage which was very unusual. I picked him up in a blue towel because he was unable to get on my finger. He slept next to me while I watched TV. Everytime I'd move, I'd disturb him so I went to the end of the bed. A while later, I returned to my original position next to him. I curled myself around him and had just began petting him when he took his last breath. He was 23 years old. I buried him in a green box under the lilac bush. Rest in peace, baby. posted by Beth 3:26 PM . . .
My bird, Bandit, died today at 12:55pm. My mom called for me to go downstairs at 7:48am to get him. He was sleeping on the bottom of his cage which was very unusual. I picked him up in a blue towel because he was unable to get on my finger. He slept next to me while I watched TV. Everytime I'd move, I'd disturb him so I went to the end of the bed. A while later, I returned to my original position next to him. I curled myself around him and had just began petting him when he took his last breath. He was 23 years old. I buried him in a green box under the lilac bush. Rest in peace, baby. posted by Beth 3:26 PM . . .
