This morning I attempted to crawl back into the land of the living by having breakfast with my family at friendly's and then shopping for a gift at target for princess Fabu's birthday. She is turning six today. It promises to be the social event of the season. Being in public was a bit surreal and overwhelming. The most disturbing part of the morning occurred when Gill took the boys to the restroom at target while I checked out. As I made my way over to wait for them afterwards and was browsing through the dollar bins, I hear a painfully familiar bass bellowing "london bridges" from the men's room. I inwardly winced as the other patrons shared disturbed glances. Its not that Im not happy that he has uncovered the lost verses for our children....I guess i am grateful that at least the kids were with him this time. And he wasnt singing anything like "thank heaven for little boys".
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Do you mean the Fergie song? Or the traditional london bridges?
CRSE,
Even though I told you so, Why do you hate me so
Jesse
Traditional "Build it up with sticks and stones" and "Make it strong with iron bands" ,My fair lady.
There's a Fergie "London Bridges"? I'm so out of the loop.
And yeah, his choice of song could have been *much* worse. So there's that. And congrats on making it out of the house!
I had no idea about a Fergie either! Gill I only hate you because you are beautiful. Seriously, i feel the creepiness with love baby!
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