sing it granny!

turns out what the cold germs holding me hostage wanted most was sleep. lots and lots of sleep. way more sleep than i normally get. once i'm awake, after a decent amount of hours in snooze mode, i can't fall back asleep (something the HB can do almost at will, the lucky bastard). but friday morning i would wake up, check the time, think to myself, 'holy crap its late!', then fall back asleep for another hour or so. good stuff, that. :)

so that's what i did most of friday. i didn't sleep all day though. because eventually i got hungry enough to wake up for good. once we ate, the HB and i went out to the movie theater. when we got back, i laid in bed and read my book until my eyeballs couldn't take any more strain (which wasn't long since one of the cold symptoms i have is feels-like-inside-of-eyeball-cavity-is-lined-with-sandpaper itchy irritation). while i read, the HB played dj, serenading me with a bunch of songs he was downloading onto the computer. do i know how to have a kick ass friday or what? heh.

speaking of serenading... the other day someone found their way to my site because they were looking for the website for the granny singing do your boobs hang low. unfortunately, their google search didn't offer up much choices. did the searcher want the lyrics to the song? or were they actually looking for a granny singing that song? heh. that'd be a hoot. seeing some granny singing 'do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and fro...'

the first time i heard that song i was in the fifth grade. and it wasn't the 'boobs' version. or the 'ears' version. it was the 'balls' version. and it was right after sex ed class. the girls of the fifth grade classes met in one classroom. the boys in another. after the sex ed session we wondered back to our appropriate classrooms. after one particular sex ed class (after we'd learned a bit about male anatomy) a group of us girls were walking back to our classroom when we met up with some of our boy classmates. then one of the girls (a prime A bitch-in-training) started to serenaded the boys by singing 'do your balls hang low/do they wobble to and fro/can you tie them in a knot/can you tie them in a bow...' and she sang it loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. poor boys. must have been embarrassing. especially if they had wobbly, bow tied balls. :)