The Muppet Show was big at our house. Big. Every Saturday night, with the smells of supper coming from the next room, the oompa theme song would start and we would all come running. I remember lying on our red-shag-carpet-covered floor in front of the TV with my feet tucked under the tv stand, my brothers and sister next to me. Matt in particular adored the Muppet Show and for years he was given Kermits for his collection, which is what we do in our family: find out what someone likes and then give them so many that it becomes a collection. And then he said "I'm 32 years old. Please stop giving me Kermits." So we did.
What's better than Beeker? Six of him, singing Ode to Joy:
It's a lot of Beeker in one dose, I know. But there's nothing like a bit of silliness to get the weekend rolling. Happy Friday!