So, this is what it's like to force yourself to post. Thank you, Nablopomo. I am now posting on a Saturday, after judging at a high school speech meet. I am listening to Evan get lectured by Patrick for yelling at us (6 year olds are grand, aren't they?). Glad he's doing it because I am hoarse after yelling at Corinne for pouring glue on the table, poking holes in the Cub Scout popcorn boxes and then playing toys while in time out.
And I get to document it on my blog!
Ever hear a song that you haven't heard in eons? And then wonder how it became so popular? And how everyone knew it? I had a day full of memories, bopping to tunes, as I drove in the car by MYSELF to the meet.
You know what's something icky I didn't think about before I googled it? The gross stuff that pops up when you look for a link to the Detachable Penis song. Really, people. Ew.
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