I don't buy albums. I just don't. With the possible exceptions of "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme," "Graceland," and Mary Chapin Carpenter's "Come On Come On," I can't think of albums where I loved, or even liked, every single track. I buy my songs one at a time.
Having finally gotten around to listening to snippets of this, however, i think I may have to make an exception.
Having finally gotten around to listening to snippets of this, however, i think I may have to make an exception.
J; What's for dinner?
me: Macaroni & cheese I think.
J: Are you eating?
me: don't think so.
J: Are you going out?
me: nope.
J: Like THAT's a surprise.
me: I beg your pardon?
J: well, without Dad to push you, you never go out anywhere.
me: I don't need YOU to critique my social life, thank you very much.
I just want to smack the child. The real reason he wants me to go out, of course, is that babysitting fees for watching his brothers have enabled him to have a much better CD collection than anyone else in the house.
me: Macaroni & cheese I think.
J: Are you eating?
me: don't think so.
J: Are you going out?
me: nope.
J: Like THAT's a surprise.
me: I beg your pardon?
J: well, without Dad to push you, you never go out anywhere.
me: I don't need YOU to critique my social life, thank you very much.
I just want to smack the child. The real reason he wants me to go out, of course, is that babysitting fees for watching his brothers have enabled him to have a much better CD collection than anyone else in the house.
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