As all good women do from time to time, I stand corrected. Remember when I mentioned that the candle/concert incident happened at THREE O'CLOCK in the morning and I couldn't quite remember what was said? My significant other has kindly reminded me. Specifically, he came in and said, "I read your post, and it was really funny, but you missed the whole point of the situation."
To which I said, "Excuse me?"
"Well, the whole point wasn't that I just busted out the chorus of "Every Rose" it was that I rewrote the song. To be specific, what I sang was: We both lie silently still in the dead of the night, our dog crapped on the floor and that ain't right!"
So there you go. Truth in the media. While I admit that I may have forgotten the details of the situation, I feel that I must point out that I was snatched from a deep sleep by the sound of doggy diarrhea. I'm going to blame the fact that I couldn't recall the precise remix of the Poison song on post traumatic stress disorder. Or mommy brain. Whichever.
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