It sounded a lot like this:
AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!
No, it was more like this:
AaaaaHHHHHNOWAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
No, it was more like this:
OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My daughter just called me from her soccer slumber party, which just so happened to be hosted by the neice of Jack Johnson, who just so happens to live right next door to . . . you guessed it . . . Curious George!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
I just love that little monkey!
And GUESS WHAT!? Guess, guess, guess!
Okay you'll never guess!
Jack Johnson came over to the slumber party and sang a bunch of songs for the girls!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
And guess what else!? Guess, guess, guess!
Okay you'll never guess this one.
Jack Johnson talked to my daughter.
And you know what he said? Huh? Huh? Huh?
He said, and I quote:
"I think I met your mom. She looks just like you."
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
It just goes to show how important it is to spawn carbon copy offspring of yourself so they can jar the memory of famous people you love.
I wonder if he remembers wrapping his arm around me and kissing me on the cheek?
I still haven't washed that cheek, btw.
(I just hope he doesn't know that I found out about his Eagle Powers.)
P.S. Sorry for interrupting my skillz post. You can go back to ooh-ing and aah-ing over my uber awesome new photog/blog skillz now.
