My mother can't sing particularly well, but it's never stopped her.
River ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
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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.
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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.
As I was never a morning person, it didn't end well. Poor mom.
I was too incoherent to do anything but burrow further under the covers/cats, usually. And maybe flail pillows at her.
Mom used to come in, snap up the shade, and warble, "Rise and shine, morning glory!" It was delivered fairly sarcastically, but it didn't make me any more receptive.