It’s Summer Time and the livin’ is easy… except when it’s complicated.


This is my mantra.

George Gershwin got it all wrong. He probably couldn’t even swim.


It should go like this: All together now


Summertime, and the livin’ is complicated.

Mass travel sucks and tempers are high

Oh, your daddy’s rich, and your ma is good lookin’


But still little baby, Custom Lines make mamma cry.



The morning of the trip, we all gonna rise up singin’

And we’ll spread my VISA and we’ll take to the sky

But ’til that morning, there ain’t nothing can harm you

Except that asshole of a ticket agent standin’ by.



Summertime, and the livin’ is complicated

Foreign languages are for people that fly standby

Oh, your daddy’s rich, and your ma is good lookin’

(I will not be changing this line)

So close your ears little baby, momma’s gonna lie.

(A whopper)



One of these days that whopper’s gonna work

And until that day I’ll be in the airport bar

But not today. Plan ‘B’ is in action

‘Cause life don’t get real ’til you live ‘it’ in a car.



Summertime, and the livin’ is complicated

Where are the beach condo keys? And can we book the cat guy?

Oh, your daddy’s rich, and your ma is good lookin’

(again- not going anywhere)

So I swear if I hear one more bitchy syllable from you I will make you cry.



One of these mornings when your ass is so burnt you rise up singin’

And you spread your Brazilian waxed wings and you feel like your gonna die

I’ll remind you that the sun is still shinin’

No mater what hemisphere you choose to fry.



Summertime, and the livin’ is complicated

Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’

So hush little baby, Don’t you cry

-or I’ll kick your ass.


Happy Times





Life STARTS at Plan B

  • Lisha Fink - I think we were in the next condo. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - If that were ONLY TRUE! I may have had a better time Lisha! EeeGads.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I’m laughing so hard the dog left!

  • Penelope Lemov - What a way to capture the “joys” of inter-generational, international travel. I’m still humming your tune–even as I posted a blog on similar theme this morning.ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - The essence of the down side of travel, neatly encapsulated in a poem. Burnt ass, frayed tempers, long lines at airports; I recognize all of these. And a fine quartet of womanhood on display in that photo (just saying!).ReplyCancel

  • Terrye Toombs - What a way to start a Monday – with a smile. Thank you Cheryl. 😀ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - You’re so funny Cheryl Nicholl! Love this.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Yeah. I’m pretty much going to go with your version from now on . . . 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Catchy tune. Plan B sounds good. Everyone in the picture looks happy about Plan B.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We were- eventually. I was happy from about an hour and a half into being denied access to our original flight! I said the universe was trying to tell us something. Everything was so messed-up! Oh well…..ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Love you for this from start to finish.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - So cute Sue! I love you from start to finish! If you only knew the ‘details’. Holy Crap what a bunch of jerks- all over the globe!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Great, now I’ve got Summertime playing in my head, over and over again. ReplyCancel

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