The Best is Yet to Come

Every morning when we wake up, Husband goes upstairs to start the coffee and to turn on the television.

(I am no good with electronics, especially the ones with more than three control devices, all of which are in a language I don't understand yet.)

So, mainly based on the fact that if the television is turned off, I will be unable to turn it back on, it stays on for much of the morning...

I listen through God Morgen Norge in the hopes that the language is becoming embedded in my subconscious, plus I find it hilarious because at least twice a week, one co-host (check out the man wearing the blue jeans) is usually unshaven and looks like he is coming off a twelve-hour bender.

And the first time I caught the show in mid-January, the featured guests were/was a Swedish country music group...Think the Patridge Family, but Scandanavian and oh so mournful. I loved it.

Then the children's programing comes on and occasionally I will pay attention and work on my colors and shapes.

But, for the most part, I usually ignore the television and it's just Norwegian white noise soundtracking the first hours of the day.

But just a few minutes ago, I was sitting in the dining room surfing around on my laptop, catching up on news and email.

And what do I hear, but our wedding song.

Which, for those of you who did not make it to Gainesvegas on February 16th, is "The Best is Yet to Come," first popularized by Frank Sinatra.

For a little bit of how it sounded on that actual day, here is a brief clip of our wedding singer, singing our wedding song

So I run around the corner, into the living room, and see that the Kiwi is using the Frank Sinatra original (here set to Japanese anime, because well, that's what I could find)in their latest commercial...

What is the Kiwi, you ask? I can't find the website right now, but imagine the 7-11 as a slightly bigger, slightly less clean grocery store.