Dedication 5 - Mr. Morgan

Still getting around to these. I feel more tackled and pack-muled than santa with all the holiday needies. Not that anyone here is giving a jingle to reply most of the time, but it's my bitching ground and I'll use it as I see fit. For all the nose up my ass swearing that I'm too funny to go unpaid, I would think I was funny enough to be missed or visited. THAT my friends, is cosmic irony.

Not to detract from my husband's dedication. There was a time, and it was an unplanned and unrehearsed moment, that a song came on at a family event, and not this song..... but we did this VERY thing. It was noticed, enjoyed and remarked upon before we even knew we'd done a solid synchronized head bob. I've caught Mister in the hallway many times, mid-jig on my part and he's hopped right in. We just are like that I guess.



And this because it's proof the head bob is Jesus on a wheat thin of salvation.




As for my dedication to Mister, I don't particularly love this song, but I like it's sentiment. I'm thankful you have given me early Christmas gifts, including bathtub paint.... that I read to be bath body paint and had doodled myself into what caused a fit of laughter I've not ever heard from you prior. You were quite pleased with my rendition of the pyramids over my breasts and some sort of sunset scene on my face and forehead. I was too, but the package didn't say to draw on the walls. I can do that outside of bathtime.... I guess I missed the idea but it was swell. Something a five year old would love, I appreciate you understanding my craving to not be old and boring and how much I really love things that sparkle, that simple little shit is grounds for tons of possibilities. And that you know sending me off with a tube a glitter brings me glee... but also know I'm not in need of mental peeking over it, awesome.

Your fish,

- DM