August 7, 2009
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The Reality of Song Lyrics
Today was a bit of downer for various reasons, one of which is that the porch painting is going to take a hundred years (or at least a week). Anyhow, I was really anticipating a hot bath and a mind-numbing novel, and I indulged in both. Relaxed and more peaceful, I put on my pajamas and came downstairs, intending to eat a large number of the peanut butter cookies that Wit made which were perfuming the house.
When I got downstairs, Wit was watching TV in one room and the other room was occupied by a bunch of guys playing Guitar Hero! I scurried back upstairs to put on more appropriate clothing pretty quickly.
It only proves that sometimes song lyrics are dead-on.
Splish Splash, I was takin’ a bath
Long about a Saturday night,
Rub-a-dub, just relaxin’ in the tub
Thinkin’ everything was alrightWell, I stepped out the tub, put my feet on the floor,
I wrapped the towel around me,
And I opened the door, and then
Splish, Splash! I jumped back in the bath.
Well how was I to know there was a party going on?
Comments (11)
Oh dear! Where the habit of hospitality comes back to bite you?
@shards_of_beauty -
No, it was just fine. Parties are always fun.
Yikes! I hate it when that happens! I’ve told the girls to let me know if their friends come over while I’m in the shower- always a good time for that reminder.
Oh, the pjs and peanut butter cookies sounded so comforting — sorry, you had to forego the jammies, but I hope the cookies still worked their magic
See in California you just would have stayed in your jammies and not even offered them cookies, maybe knocking them down for the guitar hero guitar
Well, THANK GOODNESS it was only the song “SPLISH-SPLASH” and NOT “THE STREAK!!!” LOL!!
http://www.lyricsbox.com/ray-stevens-lyrics-the-streak-nsktj67.html
@SpazzyMommy -
HA HA HA HA HA! Fastest thing on two feet…
Actually, I’ve never read all the lyrics. What a hoot!
ahh the joy of living with teenagers – you never know what you’re going to find downstairs! LOL
Yes, as much as fiction mimics fact, I find that fact mimics fiction. (Though I guess in the long run, this makes sense
Thanks for the smile!
Mr M. has been caught more than once, more than ten times coming out of the shower with just some gym shorts and encountering a gathering of Secunda’s and Tertia’s friends, then later Quartus’ and Quintus’ friends.