Me (singing Elton John's classic "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" in my best Elton John impression): "And I guess that's why they call it the blues!"
M.O.M. (getting changed into her pajamas): "Please stop."
Me (standing behind her, singing into her ear): "Time on my hands could be time spent with you!"
M.O.M. (walking away): "Seriously?"
Me (cutting in front of her and dropping my voice to a romantic whisper): "Laughing like children..."
M.O.M. (hanging her head in shame and sighing)
Me (gently lifting her chin so that I can stare lovingly into her eyes): "...living like lovers..."
M.O.M. (chewing on her upper lip so that she won't laugh or punch me in the face)
Me (dropping to my knees): "...rooooooooooolling like thunder, under the cooooovvveerrrrs!"
M.O.M. (stepping past me to close the windows): "You're an idiot."
Me (jumping to my feet for the grand finale): "AND I GUESS THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BLUES!!!!!"
M.O.M. (turning to face me): "Oh my God! Shutup!"
Me (bowing and then giving myself a high-five): "You really have no idea just how lucky you are that you get to live with all this awesome."
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