I woke up singing "Row Your Boat" this morning. I got through two verses before I realized that I was sing:
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the shore,
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is but a chore.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the shore,
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is but a chore.
Yikes. Looks like the ol subconscious has taken control. That's a little a Debbie Downer for my taste; last night was rough, but not that rough!
Flash forward to breakfast--I'm making myself some toast, and I come up with this:
What kind of personality does The Fonz have?
Type Ehhhhhhhhh!
So it's official. Shari deprivation kills brain cells. You have been warned.
Flash forward to breakfast--I'm making myself some toast, and I come up with this:
What kind of personality does The Fonz have?
Type Ehhhhhhhhh!
So it's official. Shari deprivation kills brain cells. You have been warned.
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