Rosemary woke up this morning with the Andrews Sisters' "Six Jerks in a Jeep" running through her head, leading her to both sing it all over the house and to post a YouTube version as her facebook status. I'll resist the temptation to re-post it here to save all you readers out there from having the sort of experience we had this afternoon at lunch.
It all started out with a whole series of more or less spontaneous renditions of the song: "We're six jerks in a Jeep," of course, and "We're six WACs in a hack" (both of which are in the original) was followed by Rose singing "We're six heels on a wheel" or "We're six blokes on a spoke." A variety of similar efforts ensued. Even I wasn't immune: "We're six Yanks in a tank" I offered, in what I thought was true WWII spirit.
The tune is catchy, to say the least, and silly in just the right way.
So, anyhow, as I was eating lunch, I must have been staring off into space as I sometimes do, and Rose asked me what I was thinking about. Always truthful, I had to admit I was thinking about Tralfamadoreans (who last made an appearance on this blog here), the plunger-shaped aliens who kidnap Billy Pilgrim in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five.
Ever one for a challenge, Rosemary more or less instantly belted out "Six Tralfamadoreans in a . . . Delorean" and we both started laughing uncontrollably.