(bookmarked, 365 day 346)
That's something my mom used to do. As a girl it just made me roll my eyes that she had a chorus ready for every situation. But here I am singing, "Makin' It" as I make bookmark charms and lengthen sweater sleeves. Changing lyrics like "breakin' these chains" to "makin' these chains", etc.
And like I once was, my kids are hearing songs on the radio and realizing that lyrics like "Mama pajama" weren't really about me, that Dolly Parton never sang about Go Lean cereal but about "Jolene."
(365 day 345)
Wow, this is almost painful.