If your colors were like my dream
Carol: "Who is this? Culture Club? Is that the one with Boy George?"
Me: "I'll never forget the first time I saw the cover for this album, I remember thinking how much I loved her eyebrows. And my friend was all, umm, that's not a her."
Carol: "Do you hear these lyrics? It's a bunch of gibberish."
Me: "Carol, Culture Club was never supposed to make sense."
Carol: "I just don't understand any of it."
Me: "What don't you understand about 'red, gold and green... red, gold and greeeeeeeeen.'?"
Carol: "Oohhhhhh. I thought he was saying, 'Wear gold and green.'"
Me: "Wear gold and green? Are you serious?"
Carol: "Maybe he's singing about the Green Bay Packers."
Me: "Oh my god. Boy George did not write a song about the Green Bay Packers."
Carol: "And he wants to make sure everyone is ready for game day."
Me: "You have me convinced."
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
