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Woke up this morning with a stomach bug. Yay! Have not eaten anything except ginger ale, because I am afraid I will heave it all up, and all I did was sleep, so that when I get home I am going to have to clean my kitchen in order to prepare for my mom's visit tomorrow. And my downstairs neighbor is making a turkey and it smells so damn good! But the very thought is making my stomach cramp! Woe!
To feel better, I made up a song for Miss Leah while I was in the shower.
Oh Pickle Day, Oh Pickle Day
We love you beyond reason.
Oh, Pickle Day, Oh Pickle Day
Your product knows no season.
We love you winter, spring and fall
But in the summer most of all.
Oh Pickle Day, Oh Pickle Day
We love you beyond reason!
Leah: "That is a MEAN SONG and I think it STINKS."
How to tell her it was better than the other version, which started off "Oh Pickle Day, Oh Pickle Day/you start off with cucumbers/Oh Pickle Day, Oh Pickle Day/we eat you in large numbers"?
I can't wait. My family is twisted enough to run with the Pickle Day concept, so tonight will be a hoot. My dad will take pity and tell her that we're only teasing, but that's okay, that's a grandfather's job. (Unless you're Granddad. See: elephants in the woods.)
All right. Off to dress for this evening. I only wish I had something green in honor of the day.