SoCS — Too Much Amore

AC38F89B-F6EC-497A-80EC-52F55156A05ALinda G. Hill’s charge for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is to “talk about your latest earworm, or one that habitually haunts you.”

So what is an earworm, anyway? Quite simply, an earworm is a song or a melody that gets stuck in your head and just won’t get out. For better or for worse, there’s no tried and true way to get songs out of your head once they’re stuck in there. They can stick in your brain for days.

The good news is that earworms aren’t fatal. But they can be annoying and if they last long enough, they can come close to driving you batty.

As it turns out, yesterday I wrote this post in response to Rochelle-Wisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. In my post I included two lines from the Dean Martin song, “That’s Amore.” Those two lines: When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore. When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.

I even attached this clip containing that song from the 1953 Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie, “The Caddy.”

All day long today, that song, and in particular, those two lines, keeps playing over and over again in my brain and I just can’t kick it.

I even put my iTunes on shuffle and listened to probably a dozen or two different songs. But as soon as I removed my earbuds, the damn “That’s Amore” earworm returned.

I’m just hoping that after reading all of your posts in response to Linda’s earworm prompt, one of your earworm tunes will replace mine, at least for a day or two.

Friday Fictioneers — That’s Amore

img_2417Arnold walked over to their hotel room window, pushed aside the sheer, lace curtain, and called out to his wife, “Honey, come see this view.”

Florence walked over to her husband. “It is beautiful, isn’t it. And the moon, oh my.”

Arnold suddenly started singing, using his best Dean Martin impression, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore. When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.”

“Arnie,” Florence smiled and said, “we have the moon and the wine.”

“Then I’d say it’s time for some amore.” Arnold said.

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Gah Learner.

And here’s a bonus for those of you who are old enough to remember Dean Martin. Or for those of you who are too young to know who Dean Martin was.