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The Zweeble's new favorite song is "Another One Bites the Dust." He calls it "the one with the tuba." And since he heard it as background music for some cartoon clip thing on the Disney Channel, he informed me in the car that Goofy sings it, and Mickey runs around during it.
He also enjoys saying, "Another one bites the dust" like it's said in the song--sort of spit out and growly.
Between the one with the tuba, the stompy song, and the red glitter shoes, I have to wonder if Z is the second coming of Freddie Mercury. That wouldn't be bad ... on the whole I think I'd prefer the next David Bowie, but Freddie Mercury's not bad at all.
Has anyone heard of Claritin messing up your brain chemistry? I took some night before last and spent yesterday in a haze of exhaustion and hypochondriacal anxiety attacks that wore off like magic around the 24-hour mark of taking the meds. Looking back at the day, I feel disturbed and slightly appalled--like I would if it was a friend telling me about it, not like it happened to me. Which is odd, and not how my particular brand of mental illness tends to roll.
And, as I have a moment: I hope ya'll had, are having, or will have a really great winter holiday of your choice. Considering my mother and I were finding gifts we'd forgotten about last night, and I ran out of wrapping paper, I think the Zweeble will have a fabulous day tomorrow. And that's all I need. Well, that and some snogging with the husband.
(And a rousing game of Mario Party! Because my crazy in-laws sent us enough gift card to buy a Wii and the appropriate accoutrements. But the snogging is still better.)
He also enjoys saying, "Another one bites the dust" like it's said in the song--sort of spit out and growly.
Between the one with the tuba, the stompy song, and the red glitter shoes, I have to wonder if Z is the second coming of Freddie Mercury. That wouldn't be bad ... on the whole I think I'd prefer the next David Bowie, but Freddie Mercury's not bad at all.
Has anyone heard of Claritin messing up your brain chemistry? I took some night before last and spent yesterday in a haze of exhaustion and hypochondriacal anxiety attacks that wore off like magic around the 24-hour mark of taking the meds. Looking back at the day, I feel disturbed and slightly appalled--like I would if it was a friend telling me about it, not like it happened to me. Which is odd, and not how my particular brand of mental illness tends to roll.
And, as I have a moment: I hope ya'll had, are having, or will have a really great winter holiday of your choice. Considering my mother and I were finding gifts we'd forgotten about last night, and I ran out of wrapping paper, I think the Zweeble will have a fabulous day tomorrow. And that's all I need. Well, that and some snogging with the husband.
(And a rousing game of Mario Party! Because my crazy in-laws sent us enough gift card to buy a Wii and the appropriate accoutrements. But the snogging is still better.)
