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Friday, October 30, 2009
I like to sing. I like to sing like Ethel Merman. Really loud. Randomly.
Tonight, I was doing "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" (a personal fave) in my loudest Ethel Merman voice. However, I sort of launched off in mid-song:
"last week he took all my money...and it may sound funny..."
I was interrupted by the sound of my sweet precious 1st grader:
"MOM. You are not giving any details. Who is HE?"
I bet Jim Croce didn't have to deal with such questions.
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