It's the fact that she's changing her mind and asking for opinions that's tickling my honest button.
it's her attempt at being considerate. of course, it may or may not be sincere.
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It's the fact that she's changing her mind and asking for opinions that's tickling my honest button.
it's her attempt at being considerate. of course, it may or may not be sincere.
it's her attempt at being considerate
this - she's sort of asking permission to ask. (I have several relatives who are professional practitioners of this) which may be part of what's bothering you, if you feel the conversation has been had. Granted, if they're still married,... the conversation is probably officially ongoing.
laga - so sorry. This hurts, I know it does.
I want Carol of the Bells back. It used to be my favorite Christmas song, very stirring and evocative of crisp snow sparkling in the moonlight and frost in the shop windows. Now all I hear is "ding! fries are done!"All I hear is "top of Act II, and Scrooge scared of Want & Ignorance" (11 years of it.... uggg).
o_u I would love to see you on Christmas and I'm sure my family would love to see you again as well.:: blush :: ya, your family rocks.
I want Carol of the Bells back
My favorite. I maybe have 30 versions.
would you like an apple pie with that?
Now all I hear is "ding! fries are done!"
I hear that damn "give-a, give-a, give-a, give-a Garmin"
o goawd. Shuffle just pulled up Kip Addotta's "I saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus"
Now all I hear is "ding! fries are done!"
heh. Since that McDonald's commercial umpteen years ago to Fur Elise, I always sing it in my head. I still know it:
As mom ushers girl onstage, she whispers "we'll go to McDonald's when you're done"
Oh, I wish I were already there
instead of here
playing this song
Oh, I would have a choc-o-late shake
a cheesburger
and also fries.
And I would eat my fries myself
and not give any
to my dumb brother
and they'd all be mine oh mine.
I can't believe I'm almost done
duh duh duh duh (forgot the line here)
playing this song
I can have my choc-o-late shake
my cheeseburger
and also, whoops!
and also fries
then she plays the McDonald's jingle.
I prefer t-shirt hell's version
I am much more likely to think of the Pogo Christmas song than "boughs of holly."
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!
Don't we know archaic barrel,
Lullaby Lilla boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
Jean Kerr had a very funny essay about Christmas with four children titled "I Saw Mommy Kicking Santa Claus."
I love Carol of the Bells, except that it can't really be sung by one person. Around the house, as I sing the unending Christmas song medley, I tend to randomly take different parts.