A Chuckle for Ya from via Laughing Through Tears

This was amazing and definitely prompted a smile, and a chuckle. I hope you enjoy it as well.

 via Laughing Through Tears

You may have noticed that in my previous blog posts I often refer to a place called  Spectrumville. It's really more of a state of mind than an actual location, and refers to both the autism community in general, and my own group of autism moms specifically. I both love and hate living in Spectrumville, and to that end, I decided to channel my inner country singer and write a drinking song about it.  Click the link to sing along to the tune of

Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville (then scroll down for the new lyrics).

SpectrumVille (It’s 4 o’clock somewhere)

The day’s startin’ out grim

Watchin’ my sons stim

They’re really tearin’ the house apart

It’s down right appalling

Gotta give the gals a calling

Slowly but surely, they’re liftin’ my heart

Chorus:

Plugging away again in Spectrumville

Trying to make sense of it all

Some people claim that there’s a vaccine to blame

But I know it’s nobody’s fault

Together we’re stronger

Our patience lasts longer

Nothing’s too hard when you’ve got a crew

We might build a compound

The idea is profound

How I did it before, really no clue

Chorus:

Plugging away again in Spectrumville

Trying to make sense of it all

Some people claim that there’s a gene to blame

Now I think

Hell, it could be my fault

Happy Hour comes early

Like four or three thirty

Nothing more healing than sharing pain

There’s booze in the re-fridge

Before long it will bridge

That gap between crazy and normal again

Plugging away again in Spectrumville

Trying to make sense of it all

Some people claim that there’s a toxin to blame

But I know it’s no one’s damn fault

Yes, and some people claim that there’s a vaccine to blame

And I know it’s a number of faults

 via Laughing Through Tears