The Badger-man and I are spending our rare kidless morning listening to the soundtrack from 1776.
Yeah, ok, we're dorks. We're both sitting here grinning like idiots @ the Richard Henry Lee number. *sings* "And our women are serene....full bosomed (full bosomed?) Full bosomed, Benji! And every one a queen..."
I suppose there're worse things to do on an unseasonably sunny Saturday morning than shake the windows with music that none of our friends like.
Problem is, the rest of my day will be spent annoying other people with my personal shades of "He plays the violin..." and "Cool, cool conservative men". Okay I guess it's not really MY problem.
Yeah, ok, we're dorks. We're both sitting here grinning like idiots @ the Richard Henry Lee number. *sings* "And our women are serene....full bosomed (full bosomed?) Full bosomed, Benji! And every one a queen..."
I suppose there're worse things to do on an unseasonably sunny Saturday morning than shake the windows with music that none of our friends like.
Problem is, the rest of my day will be spent annoying other people with my personal shades of "He plays the violin..." and "Cool, cool conservative men". Okay I guess it's not really MY problem.
