One morning last week, getting ready for my commute to a client’s office, I realized I just had to hear Fats Waller sing this song on my way into work.
Lots of people have covered this, of course, but the best Youtube connection I can find is a rather drunken-sounding version by Dean Martin.
I love this song.
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I’m gonna write words oh so sweet
They’re gonna knock me off my feet
A lot of kisses on the bottom
I’ll be glad I got ’em
I’m gonna smile and say I hope you’re feeling better
And close with love the way you do
I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
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I like watching Dean, he always looked like he was enjoying himself so much.
Should one be worried about this kind of behaviour (writing letters to oneself)?
Before I answer that, Helen, why do you ask?
No particular reason.
But, just hypothetically, should one use a pseudonym if one were to write a letter to oneself?
And can we send ourselves flowers?
Yes, one should definitely use a pseudonym. And of course we can send ourselves flowers!
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