Jim recently asked me what is on my Christmas wish list. Before I tell you the conversation, a little back story is needed.
My least favorite thing about our house is the master bedroom. More specifically – the bed. Our very first purchase when we got married was a new bed. Our 20th anniversary is in 6 months. A 20-year-old mattress. Enough said.
My second least favorite thing about our house is the master bathroom. It doesn’t have a bathtub. Just a shower. Calgon, give me a remodel! I try to claim that I need a tub for medicinal purposes but I don’t think the insurance company would agree.
Jim: What do you want for Christmas?
Me: I just want big-ticket items, so I’m out of luck this year.
Jim: Like what?
Me: A Bed. Bath. And…beyond.
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Since I seem to be in a lyric re-writing mood lately, my version of Steppenwolf’s Born To Be Wild…
Get my ‘puter typing
On the information highway
Looking for blog topics
In the things we do and say
Yeah, darlin’ gonna write what happened
Hope my family is not disgraced
Pen all my thoughts at once
And post on cyberspace
Like a true attention hog
I was born, born to write blogs
You’ll act like you care
When I over-share
Born to write blogs
Born to write blogs
I realize Born to Run would have been more appropriate to go with the Born to Blog ornament, but you don’t mess with the lyrics of the Boss. You just don’t.
But I will say…
Writer’s cramps like us, baby we were born to blog.
Anytime I mention replacing our 17 year old mattress (I don’t even include the same-aged bed!) he gets all “Why would we replace a perfectly comfortable mattress?” I don’t know. Maybe the 17 years of dead skin and other things mattress people tell you live in your mattress makes me vomit?
And yes, you were born to write blogs. Maybe not songs, but blogs. 🙂
All I want for Christmas is a Tempurpedic. lol
You didn’t even get to hear me my SING my song. Then you’d REALLY say I wasn’t born to write songs. 😀