"Butt cheeks are a privilege, not a right" is my new catchphrase. Thank you :)
PS: E-I-E-I-O would pop into my head at random times all weekend. This morning I walked by the saxophone player who is always on my corner and he started playing Ol' MacDonald Had a Farm. True story. It freaked me right out.
I had something along the lines of "Icky, Poopy, Stinky, oh my!" ala, the Wizard of Oz when my first cousin was born. The songs, they just come at the right time.
Who knew indeed :S
ReplyDeleteSo sweet, despite the poo :)
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ReplyDelete"Butt cheeks are a privilege, not a right" is my new catchphrase. Thank you :)
ReplyDeletePS: E-I-E-I-O would pop into my head at random times all weekend. This morning I walked by the saxophone player who is always on my corner and he started playing Ol' MacDonald Had a Farm. True story. It freaked me right out.
Go-Betty - :) And now we do.
ReplyDeleteHKW - A friend just told me we talk about poo too much.
Hillary - OK, that is super bizarre-o. Who plays that randomly? And on a sax? Also, very sorry on the stuck songs. They drive us up the wall.
I had something along the lines of "Icky, Poopy, Stinky, oh my!" ala, the Wizard of Oz when my first cousin was born. The songs, they just come at the right time.
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