Preparatory to tomorrow's luncheon, I was baking a cake this morning. After I put it in the pan I banged it on the counter a few times before putting it into the oven.
From the other room: "What's going on out there? Are you making something?" "I'm baking a cake." "What kind of cake are you making with all that noise?" "A pound cake." Ha! Ha!
"Actually, it is a caramel cake and I'm just making it the way I was taught to make cakes - banging the pan on the counter to settle the batter and get any bubbles out."
"Heavens to Murgatroyd! Isn't this the way you make cakes?" First of all, Bud doesn't m(b)ake cakes - don't know if he ever has. And secondly, where did that 'Heavens to Murgatroyd' exclamation come from? It has to be something I heard my Mom say or even one of the Grandmas.
Googling the phrase tells me that it dates to the mid-20th Century, first being spoken by Bert Lahr in a 1944 film Meet the People. So, it is possible I heard it as a young child. More likely I am remembering it from a TV cartoon.
As an update to last Wednesday's 'Dreaming A Decision' post, I had the shot in my knee this morning. Is it my imagination? My knee already feels pain free. Do the shots work that fast?
And I won the daily cribbage game.
Heavens to Murgatroyd, I'm having a good day. Time to Exit, stage left!