These are a few of my favorite things

Forget raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. These are only good if your name is Maria and you've been sent to raise the seven unruly children of a stiff, aristocratic, Austrian ex-navy captain. Me, I'll take a long four hour nap on a snowy Sunday afternoon, while listening to jazz coming out of the clock-radio as it tries in vain to wake me from my rendezvous with entropy. Best. Nap. Ever. And now, for a bowl of pho. Let's see you make that* into a song, Messrs. Rodgers and Hammerstein.


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