For fear that this blog might be getting too boring (ranting and absence of pics), I give you: Eddie Money.
The past couple days, my lovely sister, EmDog, has been calling me at say 10 or 11 in the morning. Odd time to hear from her. There have a been a few family health things going on, so even though I'm at work, I've been answering. Every time I answer, she says "Dammit! You answered! I was gonna leave you voicemail. Eddie Money's on!" This happened like two days in a row.
EmDog and I have this thing. If there's a song on the radio that reminds us of something or sometime, we call each other and when voicemail picks up we press our cellphones to our car speakers. You know, sister secrets. Little shared things that don't make sense, but make you laugh hysterically.
Today EmDog called and I didn't pick up on purpose. Damn! No voicemail. I was looking forward to it. She needed help writing a letter to her landlord. :) This one's for you EmDog.
Wednesday, March 28
i hate to sleep alone
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Even though I am not a part of the sister secret, I am surely enjoying Eddie Money today. Thanks, EmDog and Haddylicious.
Why do I get the feeling that I am being goofed on here? I remember a short period where Eddie Money was all I wanted to listen to. I was regularly ridiculed by the male population of this household.
Haddy's Mom
Not at all. Don't you remember catching Em and I dancing like Ronnie?
Plus, the male population of the household has been known to be wrong at times.
Eddie Money was NOT one of those times....
to haddy's mom: "just like ronnie said...be my little baby."
no ridicule here. just some good old fashioned ronnie dancing going on.
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