Midnight Serenade
Odd things seem to happen to me all of the time. I can usually joke about it, and perhaps that is why my friend Misty wants me to get my own TV show. That and she’ll want comp seats. Greedy, greedy, greedy. Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah. Weird stuff.
I am currently sitting in the 24 lab – again – and there are paper-thin walls in here. Obviously next door there is an office that has a microwave. Right now somebody is heating up something that smells of old tacos and singing, “I believe in miracles/Where you from/You sexy thing”…
I’m thinking that either he was listening to the oldies station or the man really has a thing for Tupperware. Either way, it’s time for me to go home.
I think you should call security!
Singing a Hot Chocolate song? He’s probably got a crooked toupee and a tie that doesn’t match his shirt.
RUN!
Nyz xo
LMBO! I think Nyree’s got the right idea
Run away, run away!
I sang to the hedgehog I hedgehog-sat recently…but I don’t sing to the meals I’m making…
YAY I wanted to stop by say thanks for the comment ~ I’m glad I make you smile! YAY! You do the same for me
Hmm I’m perky, for someone with no caffeine in her bloodstream… hehe have a nice afternoon!!
LOL, that is too much!
Thanks for your comment.
(some of the reasons I listed were meant to be funny. Ex: the reception would be one hell of a party. LOL)
OH yeah…
Did you try singing back?
haha 🙂
*sorry for the short comment!*
She didn’t mention that it is right beside security, and is probably a guard heating up his miracles…
I don’t think I’d feel too secure, hope you’re not going by yourself!
I love that song. Yes, I’m a disco diva, sans closet.