Crazy
I just returned from a lovely family reunion. Yes, we really did have fun. I have a much bigger problem to discuss besides family reunions. My niece taught us the great camp song about a moose. Yeah, you know, he drank a lot of juice. However, the only part I can really sing is : "Way-oh, Way-oh, wayo wayo way-oh". It has become the new rhythm to my dish washing and laundry folding. I keep muttering it under my breath. Tragically, this turrets of the song lyric s is a classic trademark for me. I think my husband generally finds it charming. Well...except for the time I kept singing one line from the Rent musical, "and pussy galore." I was at his family's house and as usual I kept humming that same awful line. He finally pulled me aside to ask me "if I understood what I was singing ?" That actually got me quiet. The list would be endless of all the silly lyrics I sing to myself. Some of my more classic song problems: Sweet Escape. I