Meg...

I always wondered what Queen was singing in that verse. :)

Yeah, don’t you hate that? I kept singing, “...I’m not talking ‘bout the linen, and I don’t want to change your life...” I knew they weren’t NOT talking ‘bout the linen but I couldn’t figure out the words for years. I found a web site that has the words to every Top 40 song in the last 5, 6, or 7 decades. Now I know they are “...not talkin’ ‘bout MOO-VIN’ in...” And then there's everybodies' favorite misunderstood lyric, “In the Garden of Eden baby...”.

Rick would sort of mumble-sing until they sang the last word...then he would sing that word well, right after the singer sang it. Then he would belt out the chorus as though he had sung every word of the song and hit every note. Uh uh.

I keep meaning to look up the words to Louie, Louie but I always forget. I don’t REALLY care, I already have it down pretty well phonetically. The correct words would probably just mess me up. So...I most likely won’t do it anyway. Whatever.

Whenever I sang the wrong words to a song with the kids in the car, I would say, "Oops! They changed the words!” I didn’t know that my daughter believed that until she was a teenager.

Kids believe whatever you tell them so you have to be careful. Once, in a grocery store, my two youngest were acting up. They had plucked my last nerve and I said, “Listen! I have a gun and I know how to use it!” Of course they would see the blatant hyperbole in that statement, right?
We were at the end of the aisle and I walked around the end cap to grab something when I could hear my daughter start up again. My son exclaimed, in a terrified voice, “Are you nuts?! She has a gun!” I couldn’t apologize enough. I tried my best to abstain from using anymore exaggerations. But every so often, I would catch myself closing the bedroom door and saying, “Good night...Oh! What was that sound in the closet?! Oh, I’m sure it was nothing. Sleep tight, don’t let those bed bugs bite!” (Don’t think too badly of me, they loved to be scared and I would always go end the evening with something pleasant like Goldilocks and The Three Bears.)

But I digress. I also can sing most every word to Blinded by the Light except I am pretty sure that one line does not go “...Revved up like a douche, another runner in the night...”. And Abba is probably NOT singing, “...ollie oxenfree, take a chance on me...”. Paul Simon didn’t ever sing, “...no need to be corduroy, just get yourself free...”. I did. But I don’t anymore. I know there’s no need to be coy, Roy. And I stopped singing, “...I call for pizzas...you won’t buy, so, I call for pizzas...” many years ago.

Well, I have to go to my friends house to visit her, the one I told you about earlier. She is waiting for me and the traffic has died down so I am going to get ready and go see her. Have a nice evening. I’ll check back in before I go to bed.

See ya.

Meg