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 overcoming depression on today's Momversation.
- Leta: "STOP FOLLOWING ME, COCO!"
I wonder where she picked up that exclamation.
- Me: "Hey Marlo, here's a vibrantly colored, squeaky toy made specifically for your age group!"
Marlo: "Got any knives?"
- @makeandtakes my pleasure! Had a great time with you guys!
