|QUOTE OF THE DAY (OR MORE): "No, no. You don't understand. This is an '89 Calico. I'm pretty sure that exceeds the Kelly Blue Book value. The cat's totaled." --A comedian whose name I forget talking about a vet who presents a $3,000 bill for a 12-year-old cat|
Sunday, January 17, 2010
How do you make packing up a house in which you've been for 11 years more fun? With music, of course.
As I was downloading some new songs I had been wanting to get onto my iPod, Down Under by Men At Work was playing- a preview just before it downloaded.
The husband, reading the paper nearby, belted out, all in tune: "buying bread from a man named Russell!!"
I turned around.
What did you say? I questioned
"what?" he nervously answered.
Did you say a man named Russell?
"Yeah; that's what he says."
I burst out laughing.
"It's buying bread from a man in Brussells," I explained.
"No way!" He didn't believe me.
I googled the lyrics. voila.
There are SO many songs whose lyrics I flub, too. Some of them I'll just never know (unless I google the lyrics).