I've had Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons high-pitched, whiny "Sherry Baby" follow me around my whole life. HATE it. And I don't spell my name that way.
Yes, the spelling of my name is a reference to Shari Lewis. All the women I've met in my general age range who spell it this way blame the peppy, popular puppeteer for a name we could never find on those little personalized key chains, or bike license plates, or whatever. I had a Lamb Chop doll growing up, but nothing pre-printed with my name on it. You'd think if Shari Lewis was so popular and the name was around that much, we could have gotten a lousy keychain, you know?
Back in the '70s, it was practically impossible to find pre-printed doohickeys with "Kathy" instead of "Cathy," and people automatically would write my name with a C instead of a K. Very annoying.
I have the rest of the day off. I am going to pack boxes while mac is with the sitter. I am going to attempt to pack 10 by 6 pm.
In high school (or maybe jr high) a couple of boys would request and then sing Darlin' Nikki by Prince to me every weekend at the roller skating rink. Considering what a total prude I was and considering how very not prude Prince's darlin' was, I was mortified the first time I heard the lyrics.
I'm amused NOW but still not enough to allow people to call me Nikki.
Happy Birthday to Cassiepants Cutiegirl!
I just realised I have a cousin called Shari Lewis. Hmm. I'm pretty sure it's a total coincidence.
Happy birthday, Cass!
Lessee Heather songs off the top of my head. Dear Heather and the Abbey Road bootleg Heather.
Hey look! I found an all Heather playlist! [link]
I have one song. Everyone sings it to me all the time. Screw you, Ritchie Valens.
Your parents named you Bamba?
Hey look! I found an all Heather playlist!
Does it include "Chasing Heather Crazy" by GBV?
