Todd the Blogger reminded me it's been awhile since I've posted some dead musician recordings.
We were able to close up work early today. On the drive home, I heard this song, which I've heard a zillion times on our office radio this season, but for unknown reasons it caused the windshield wipers on my SUV to turn on.
I thought that ventricular rupture had mended.
Damn.
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Merry Christmas to Donald, his cool-kid daughter and faithful and loyal canine Sienna.
Thanks for the encouragement.
I'll see your Carpenters rupture with a Sarah McLachlan Wintersong fissure...
But it's better than it used to be by far.
Merry Christmas Doolin Donald.
Kev - Hope your Christmas was merry, and wishing you and yours a most excellent New Year!
Jen - Exactly. Here's to 2014!
Oh, Sharma, I could just squeeze you.
I have much nice fun to express my idea with interesting view.
Say, I'm a huge Lone Ranger fan - you wouldn't also happen to carry any silver bridle jewelry, would you?
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