I tried to smooth things over by serenading her (always works on me, so I figured it was worth a shot). Negative. She continued giving me the silent treatment. I may have to break down and offer her the boob to get her talking. Nobody can resist booby.
I am especially fond of the lyrics. . . pooka pooka pooka, pooka pooka poo. Phil Matson, you listening?
ReplyDeleteHah! I am a master maker upper of lyrics. Mostly because I am horrible at remembering the real lyrics to songs...
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