Utter nonsense......

We're all different, thank goodness.

I'm unique, just like you.

Many in our walk, rigid. Fun to them/those, may mean dialing up their 401K twenty times a day... Or, simply seeking the shelter of silence at work's end.

Might even throw scorn at 'fun'.

I kinda likes 'light'. Fun.

I, the simpleton, had to Google "define dilly."

I learned:

"An excellent example of a particular type of person or thing."
and/or
"One that is remarkable or outstanding... had a dilly of a storm."
and/or even
"Dilaudid, a strong pharmaceutical, injectable opioid" - yuck, that ain't fun.

Dilly dilly.

It either drives you nuts, or, to Spencers to see if they've got any T-shirts in stock.

Upon Googling "dilly dilly" I learned that Big Ben Roethlisberger even said it at the line of scrimmage during an audible. Uh huh, it's true, you can youtube it. (Mebbe one of several reasons why Todd Haley got fired eh?)

Unless one has lived in a cave, you've certainly witnessed a Dilly Dilly Budweiser Commercial or twelve. Fingernails to the chalk board for some, a now form of greeting (or departing) to many. Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music kinda thing.

Miguel Patricio, Chief Marketing Officer for Anheuser-Busch InBev, when asked by writer Graham Flanagan "What in the hell does 'Dilly Dilly' mean?" - replied "Dilly Dilly doesn't mean anything. That's the beauty of it." Nonsensical.

Again, those rigid ones, once it's commercial time and the fear of a Bud commercial might pop up, probably mute the TV. "Who would want fun?"

Well, in this day and age - or, for that matter any day and age: many of us do. Enough poopy stuff sneaks into our lives, flat tires, FB debates with 134 comments on a political post, the morning newspaper filled with homicides, bank account reconciliation, gas bills this time of year - WE DO. We want fun, light, NONSENSICAL.

I was, close your ears, never a Boy Scout. I was a Cub Scout. Religion WAS in our home/family, but we didn't attend church. As a Cub Scout, for some kinda badge I hadta go to a church and volunteer to assist with something. Being nine, that scared me, I quit, thus, ne'er a Boy Scout. Eh, it's ok. All of that to precede the Boy Scout motto: BE PREPARED. Super Bowl coming, it's a good bet you will hear Dilly Dilly again (and again, and again.)

Nonsensical. Want. Need. Dilly dilly.

Ideas? Wear a lampshade at a party. See how long you can hold a note. Try not to think about penguins. Rate passers by. Pretend you're a robot. Blink wildly and then close your eyes really tight for an interesting light show. Burn things up with a magnifying glass. (All, except the lampshade, stolen from the site ubran75.org)

Somea the most fun things I/we did as kids were nonsensical. I will never forget Sam (Class of 1969) and Vic (nomme, another Vic, class of 1970) driving around the cuckoo hamburger joint/hangout (or cuu cuu, kuu kuu, however you spell it) 69 times, then parked the car. Sam, class of '69 was driving. Vic, class of '70, got out, promenaded around the joint on foot one more lap, thus, making it 70 times. Nonsensical. Fun. Beats the hell out of a political roundtable. Or, muting the damned TV.

We really need nonsensical in our lives. Now, more than ever. Dilly Dilly.

Make sense?

Love, Victurd