~ “As I recall, the place went down in flames of disrepute.”
~ “Oh, see? I don’t like that — that squink of contempt on your face.â€
~ After watching me bloat with hubris and voice some vast world domination-type declarations, MB burst into a falsetto, singing, “ON THIS ROCK I WILL BUILD MY KINNGDOMM!!” sung to the tune of “And I sent you away, oh, Mannndy!”
I collapsed in laughter on the bed. It became the song line of the weekend, sung out whenever the moment seemed appropriate — or inappropriate. The main thing was to really make your falsetto sound like it conceivably COULD dominate the world. And, you know, you really do feel confident when you sing that to yourself, I gotta say.
~ “You’d make a really nice catch for someone.” Ah. The mini divorces that occur in every marriage.