I wrapped Dave into creating TikTok content with me. Poor guy. The ask? High-pitched voice, with a lovely accent of a royal queen.
After learning about “content gaps,” seeing needs for cute moths, and knowing I have video and pictures to share, I remembered Dave’s voice. Specifically, all the times he’s been complimented for the intro to the podcast I did with Reid and Paul.
Buuuut, did I let him use that buttery, soulful vocal for the voice over? Heck no. I directed him to sound like a silly pants.
Here’s what he said:
Ya’ll bow down to the queen of all: the Luna Moth.
Bats would love a taste of that hot bod.
Those wings? Big curves. Nuh uh uh. She’s got defense.
With each luscious flap, those flowing tassels aren’t just fashionable—they confuse a bat’s sonar like a glitch in the matrix.
An independent woman of the night, you best believe she’s got mace in her purse.
When attacked, she throws up her insides as she makes a mad dash into the shadows.
You better act fast, fellas—she’ll be dead in a week.
One viral video is all it’ll take. Or maybe a few. I haven’t a clue.
What I do have a clue about is this: I am exhausted. It’s been a day of go, go, go, getting this place into tip-top shape for our two-night houseguests from Seattle.
Today I acted as gardener, edging with the weedwhacker and blowing debris away. As well as housecleaner, preparing beds and rooms. We also slapped together two lasagna casseroles, foiling their tops for a dinner of possibly 14.
Also, I made a wicked marinade with lime, soy sauce, Worcestershire, brown sugar, red pepper flakes, and a few other fun sauces. The flank steak will bathe in it until tomorrow night.
For now, I need to relax. Let my head hang heavy on this bed’s pillow, as every muscle fiber lets go of the action of the day. It’s coming up on inaction time, baby—and I’m salivating over the moment where I no longer have to think or type. Just shutting it all down. The day’s got a big, fat red bow on it and we can put the CLOSED sign on the store.
Thinking, thinking…besides telling you I can’t find my Apple Watch (and I’m more happy than sad about that), I don’t know what else. I mean, I don’t even use the features on it anyway. Then, when it is charged—which it rarely is—I hate being interrupted by my wrist vibrating.
I’ve got a cute Fossil one I bought years ago. Not smart, just dumb. And even though I rarely wear a watch, it is a cute fashion thing.
Okay, time for teeth brushing. Then thinking will be turned off for the night, as I dream of tasty food and hummingbird watching tomorrow.
See ya all!
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 