Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Does your mother sing "Don't that old moon look lonely/Shining through the trees" every time she sees the moon? Did she ever wake you up singing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning?"
No. She always said she couldn't sing. "Let It Snow" and hymns in church (where she was one of a large congregation)kind of covered her repertoire.
Happy Natal Day MM! We give thanks to the gods that set you upon the world.
eta: Um. That should be "who set you", right grammarians?
My mother can't sing particularly well, but it's never stopped her.
Happy Birthday, MM!
Foot update: it's looking much better this morning. There's still a definite bruise, but it's less swollen, and doesn't hurt as much.
Did she ever wake you up singing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning?"
My mother would wake me up by singing "Ohhhhhhh what a beautiful MORNin'! Oh, what a beautiful daaaaaaaaay! I've got a beautiful FEELing! Ev'rything's goin' my way!" Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Then lay about you with heavy fists, sir! It's your birthday.
Okay, but you have to lead the Bail MM Out of Jail Buffista Donations.
Oh God, my mom used to sing sometimes in the mornings, too. As I was never a morning person, it didn't end well. Poor mom.
"Oh what a beautiful MOR-ning, oh what a beautiful--"
*POW*
"...shiner you're sporting there..."
Hahahahaha! It never got physical but usually ended in a verbal fight as I would be pissy, she would be angry about pissiness, etc.