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the little girl singing this song
May. 9th, 2009 09:24 pmI'm taking my mother to see the new Star Trek movie tomorrow, because I found out by accident that she really wants to see it -- shocking! -- and then I'm taking both parents out to a late lunch or whatever you call it when it takes place at 4:30 p.m. And I got her a wind chime just so she'd have a thing to open, but I couldn't find a card I liked (and actually, I'm not all that big on store-bought cards anyway; it just seems like a waste of money for something that someone spends two seconds reading). And so I decided to make my own, and like six hours later, here I am.
( Don't you want to see it? )
Yes, instead of paying three dollars for a crappy mother's day card, I spent all day and several dollars worth of scrapbooking paper making one, on account of I am kind of a loser, but I'm pretty sure, at least, that Mom will like it.
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This morning I went out to run a quick errand and heard "Chuck E.'s in Love" on the radio, and of course it's been stuck in my head for most of the day, in spite of all attempts to eradicate it with bloodthirsty feature films (an excellent palate cleanser when you're working on sentimental greeting cards), and I have a question for you, and it is a question that I have been wondering, not constantly but consistently, for years: when Rickie Lee Jones says, "How come he don't come and PIP with me..." WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. What is PIP? Help a sister out, if you can.
( Don't you want to see it? )
Yes, instead of paying three dollars for a crappy mother's day card, I spent all day and several dollars worth of scrapbooking paper making one, on account of I am kind of a loser, but I'm pretty sure, at least, that Mom will like it.
:::
This morning I went out to run a quick errand and heard "Chuck E.'s in Love" on the radio, and of course it's been stuck in my head for most of the day, in spite of all attempts to eradicate it with bloodthirsty feature films (an excellent palate cleanser when you're working on sentimental greeting cards), and I have a question for you, and it is a question that I have been wondering, not constantly but consistently, for years: when Rickie Lee Jones says, "How come he don't come and PIP with me..." WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. What is PIP? Help a sister out, if you can.
