My lips are sore...
No, Smith, it's not because I was perfecting "The Twist." I was whipping something else out--my old saxophone. It's actually really, really old, as in my dad played it when he was in college. Crazy. I can still toot out a mean "Circle of Life" and some random stuff from my Little Mermaid collection. But then I ran out of breath, and my lips got sore, and my throat hurts, and I realized I might as well be a smoker with the sorry way I can't hold my breath anymore and play more than 6 notes before I take a breath. I used to make it through whole songs. oh well.
I haven't heard back from Billy yet, so I can only assume he's working on the dissolution papers and thinking of a perfectly romantic proposal. Maybe something in a trailer park with the tv blaring in the background? Oh, wait, I already had that proposal. I can't wait to tell my kids that story. I would also like to thank Xtina for pointing out that while yes, Billy Joel did marry a woman my age, I am not superhot like her and therefore have no chance. I hate you. But, it's for the better because I realized two things. 1) His initials are BJ and 2) If we ever had a child and I wanted to name it after my brother, the kid's name would be Joel Joel. That's just silly. Ooh, and I thought of another one: 3) Again assuming we had children, for the first many years they would get confused over who was their dad and who was their grandpa--cuz they'd be the same age. Ach. I guess it was just never meant to be. I will stick with trailer park proposer despite committing myself to vacuums and toilet brushes for anniversary presents. The boy did buy me a vacuum for my birthday once. And yes, I did ask for one, but he could have maybe wrapped it up with..oh, roses? jewelry? something that ISN'T a VACUUM!! Ach.
Looking over my previous list of goals I've also realized several things. First of all, I'm really bad at achieving goals. I get distracted with...umm...everything. I've also decided my goals really just need to be more simple--wake up, put on clean underwear, don't kill anyone, pet dog. Those are good goals. I'm pretty sure I can get at least a couple done today. I better start right away.
I haven't heard back from Billy yet, so I can only assume he's working on the dissolution papers and thinking of a perfectly romantic proposal. Maybe something in a trailer park with the tv blaring in the background? Oh, wait, I already had that proposal. I can't wait to tell my kids that story. I would also like to thank Xtina for pointing out that while yes, Billy Joel did marry a woman my age, I am not superhot like her and therefore have no chance. I hate you. But, it's for the better because I realized two things. 1) His initials are BJ and 2) If we ever had a child and I wanted to name it after my brother, the kid's name would be Joel Joel. That's just silly. Ooh, and I thought of another one: 3) Again assuming we had children, for the first many years they would get confused over who was their dad and who was their grandpa--cuz they'd be the same age. Ach. I guess it was just never meant to be. I will stick with trailer park proposer despite committing myself to vacuums and toilet brushes for anniversary presents. The boy did buy me a vacuum for my birthday once. And yes, I did ask for one, but he could have maybe wrapped it up with..oh, roses? jewelry? something that ISN'T a VACUUM!! Ach.
Looking over my previous list of goals I've also realized several things. First of all, I'm really bad at achieving goals. I get distracted with...umm...everything. I've also decided my goals really just need to be more simple--wake up, put on clean underwear, don't kill anyone, pet dog. Those are good goals. I'm pretty sure I can get at least a couple done today. I better start right away.
posted by KC in Katoland at 2:15 PM
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