My Doomed Career

Today I put the "Wiggly Wiggly Christmas" movie on for Screech in order to get some Christmas baking done. I was inspired to dance along during the first number, which prompted a full-blown-screaming-tearing-Mommy's-clothes hissy fit from Screech. Funny, I would have expected her to laugh.

This reminds me of the time that Hubby was talking to our then-six-year-old niece about an upcoming Christmas concert that his musical family was planning. She asked worriedly, "Aunt Laura's not going to sing, is she?"

~sniff~ I guess I have no hope of making it in the performing arts!

HELP!!!!!!

For the love of Pete, please help me. I can't get Captain Feathersword out of my head. He's in there half-singing, half-growling,

"I WANNA CUP OF DOROTHYYYYYYYYYYYY'S

LOVELY ROSY TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA.


I WANNA CUP OF DOROTHYYYYYYYYYYYY'S

LOVELY ROSY TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA."

Can you believe his last job title was "Opera Singer"?

I love the Wiggles, y'all, but I would prefer to have a choice regarding when they can and can't enter my cerebral cortex.

I am going to lose my mind.

See y'all later.