It’s absolutely gorgeous outside today (“The sun is out, birds are singing, bees are trying to have sex with them – as is my understanding…” – Bart Simpson), so it’s time to officially call the first Shpadoinkle Day of the year.
And if you’re not familiar with the origin of Shpadoinkle Day, let me just say that it involves a musical, a cannibal, a mis-spelled tattoo and the dining hall of one of my alma maters.
May all your hearts be as full as a baked potatah.
You are sooooo much cooler than me.
Geez, I hate to miss a musical, but I may be too squeamish for this one. Then again, I’m dying to see Book of Mormon the Musical, which is probably just as uncomfortable… so thanks for the recommendation!
While I love anything to do with baked potatoes… this sorta freaks me out!
So I missed reading this post the other day- but the title apparently stuck with me because I woke up this morning thinking “a shpadoinkle day- oh right, that’s from Cannibal the musical!” and then I had a very, very shpadoinkle day. Thanks!!!
I saw this movie so many years ago and was blown away by the musical talents of those boys! I think maybe it’s time for a repeat viewing…
I’m looking forward to seeing “The Book of Mormon” and will have to have a “Cannibal” viewing along with it.