At the crack of dawn on the day after Christmas Spouse and I caught one of the last flights out of Newark before the blizzard shut it down, and headed off to his niece’s wedding in Portland, OR. We escaped the snow and ice but not precipitation. It rained and rained and rained the entire time we were there. There was serious discussion of ark building amongst the East Coast contingent. In spite of the moisture it was a terrific week with seven of the ten siblings in spouse’s family together for the first time in many years. Yes, Spouse comes from a family of ten. It’s sort of like marrying into a small country.
Billie Jean is not my lover she’s just a girl who claims that I am the one…but the cheerleaders took my son.
Thanks guys for providing me with one of our favorite mondegreens EVER! Shine on you crazy blind men.