You’re singing along, aren’t you.
If you’re singing out loud, you either have very small children or you need someone to talk to. (This could be because you have small children, btw.) If you’re singing in your head, then congratulations. You are a normal, semi well-adjusted human being. And you will spend the rest of the day humming that song because I deem it so. Muahahahahahaha!
Cause he’s got- Hiiii-iiGH HOPES! He’s got–Hiiii-iiGH HOPES–he’s got…!
I know, I know. You think you’ll never forgive me. But really–you’ll be so busy singing that damn song you’ll forget why you were mad at me in the first place. Especially if you live with the aforementioned small children who pick up on the tune and proceed to sing it loudly, 482 times in a row.
And why do I bestow the Rubber Tree Plant Hex on you today?
Because I can.
<Runs out of her own blog, laughing hysterically.>
Well, I sang along with the song but I definitely know it’s not because I have small children. Are the children projecting the song into my head? Could be…
I have a remedy for this song:
Iiiiiiit’s a small world aaaaaaaafter all, iiiit’s a small world aaaafter all, iiiiiiiit’s a small world aaaaaaaafter all, it’s a small, small, wooooorld.
N-n-n-noooo MJ! Make it stop!!!!!
That was blatant cruelty, Missy.
Where on earth do you come up with your ideas for your posts? You are definitely one of my favorite bloggers! Funny post!
Thanks, Kween–you made my day! I really enjoy your writing, too.
Thanks bunches… Now I have to go to a Defense Industry conference singing today… yay!