The half of the house in which I spend approximately 97.22% of my time**** is lousy with paint fumes. My Batcave is sort of protected by the doors cutting me off from the major chunk of the house's air, but I am still less than 10 feet from the drying paint. My head hurts a lot now.
Sun Chips are like golden, delicious, crunchy rippled squares of all that is good in the world.
This song? My siblings and I (plus scorpio9574) have been singing it off and on for the past few days. So every so often one of us will go:
"It puts the lotion on it's skin!"
And someone will respond -
"Or else it gets the hose again!"
Then all together:
"IT PUTS THE LOTION IN THE BASKET!"
Soon we will be doing this in public, and our families will have us shot.
* Not the car, this time.
** Nor Gato.
** 'Puppy' nothing, she's bigger than your average second-grader. Almost a year old!
**** That other 2.78% being in the living room, watching CSI and now NUMB3RS. Seriously. Accounting for the fact that these shows take up an average of four hours a week, plus the fact that I'm generally there about 10 minutes before or after each show... Damn, I need a hobby.