Yep, just heard that Christmas classic for the first time this holiday season compliments of Pandora.
Let the wretched attempts to hit that high note begin …
(Listen and sing along here!)
Rum pa pum pum pum ad nauseum
OK, so I’ve only been sitting at Starbucks working furiously for the past three-ish hours, and I’ve already heard four different versions of the “Little Drummer Boy.” If you recall, that’s a song that I have a particular aversion to.
Why? Well, because of all the “pumming.” Call me Scrooge, but do you know how many pums I’ve listened to today?
No?
Let me tell you:
4 per line
24 per verse
72 per song
288 total pums!
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Not so silent shoes, Part Two
OK, so today I discovered that I am actually only having irksome noise problems with one shoe. Righty is the sole offender (hehe, get it?!)
Thus, I now run in one Green Silence and one Green Squeaker.
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Not so silent shoes
So my running shoes have started squeaking every time I take a step, which really wouldn’t be that big of a deal except that they’re called The Green Silence.
Sheesh. Talk about adding significant insult to injury.
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Thanksgiving traditions
Like every year, Dan Kellog, composer extraordinaire, has people over to enjoy his home theatre. This year’s feature: Star Wars: Episode 4. The original. The classic.
Because my boyfriend Mike arguably looks an awful lot like young Luke Skywalker, Dan suggested that he dress up for the event as Luke Skywalker.
Which of course evolves into the demand that I be Princess Leia.
And that is why I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my rather short hair in two pitiful pigtails, with two English muffins plastered to the sides of my head to pose as makeshift “buns.”
Augh. I think I have crumbs in my ears …
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Google goes fowl
Mike, my fabulous boyfriend, discovered today that you can make your own Google turkey!
Check it out here! In the meantime, here are Mike and my respective birds:
