Thursday, October 30, 2008

Pretty Fly for a White Guy

I'm just going to continue on with my series - "How Much I love My Husband John" - since you guys seemed to love it so much.

Did you know one of my favorite ways to show John just how much I love him is to sing to him??I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. Some songs do such a wonderful job articulating the poetry that lives in my heart. Whenever I can't seem to find the right words, I can always think of a song that says just what I was thinking.

Like when I sit up in bed in the morning and spy John brushing his teeth in his birthday suit I start singing. . .

Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back. Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that.

or some mornings I just yell . . .

Can I get some fries with that shake-shake booty?

Other times I sing . .

Cotton candy, sweet as gold, let me see that tootsie roll. (Sometimes I do a little dance while I'm singing to him for emphasis.)

Sometimes while watching him getting ready for work and I sing . . .

I like the way you comb your hair (UH!)
I like the stylish clothes you wear (UH!)
It's just the little things you do (UH!)
that makes me wanna get with you (UH!)

Then there are the times when he's doing the household budget at the computer . I walk by his office singing . . .

Can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my automo' bills? If you did then maybe we could chill.

Sometimes I'll just stare at him while he's mowing the lawn and sing . . .

I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I got to bag it up

(Not sure exactly what 'no diggity' means . . . it just sounds so romantic to me.)

Or when he begs for my help dealing with Megan after she's gotten out of bed for the 6 bizzilionth time . . .

If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby
Word to your mutha . . .

Or when I'm thinking about why I love being married to him . . .

From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven And yes, it's me that he's always choosin With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan

Took the words right out of my mouth!

Sometimes I just feel so gooshy in love with him, I serenade him by singing . . .

Bright as the sun,I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please) Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)Shoop ba-doopShoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doopShoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)Shoop ba-doopShoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

I think that one is my favorite.

Seriously, if it wasn't for the true love songs of the 1990s, I'm not sure John would even know how much I love him.

They just don't write beautiful songs like that anymore.

I love you angelbabes!!!!!!!

Here's the (unfinished - your dog keeps waking up our child) mix tape I promised.

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~ Straight Shooter ~ said...

THAT was stinkin' hilarious!!!

Allred Fam said...

Your blog is hilarious.... I am a perfect stranger who found your blog from who knows where, but this is the stuff I love to come back to.... blogs that make you laugh and see that we are all alike. It makes my day!

Rae Ann said...

Bah, ha, ha! Is that music you listen to? My sister is an uptight (white) banker and she listens to hard core rap. Cracks me up!