today is my parents' 37th wedding anniversary. in the car on our way to lunch, we listened to a newly purchased "Christmas With the Rat Pack" (i highly recommend this). my mother was suddenly possessed by the spirit of Christmas present and began to sing along:
through the years we all will be together
if the fates allow
hang a shining star
upon the highest bough
and have yourself
a merry little Christmas ...
... TREE
my mother: a bottomless source of amusement. to her credit, she tried to muffle the last vowel sound in an effort to disguise the error. to my credit, i unhesitatingly pointed an accusing finger and laughed my brain out.
happy anniversary to dad and goosey* – here's to more years of unintentional comedy.
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*evolution: mama -> mother -> mother goose -> goose -> goosey.
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