Indiana Joanna (khakipants) wrote,
Indiana Joanna
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I'd be willing to bet a sizable amount of money that I was the only vineyard worker in New Zealand- quite possibly the Southern Hemisphere, if not the world- who spent much of yesterday singing the following little ditty to herself:

It's Buh-buh-buh-buh-Bubbles!
(He's coming! He's here!)
It's Buh-buh-buh-buh-Bubbles,
Bubbles the Pup!

Every time I walk him
He starts blowing bubbles!
(Hey! Way to blow, Bubbles!)
I give a little tug,
And Bubbles stops and stays!

It's Buh-buh-buh-buh-Bubbles!
(He's blowing more bubbles!)
It's Buh-buh-buh-buh-Bubbles,
Bubbles the Pup!


I'd say that's a pretty safe bet. Of course, I wasn't singing that all day. For part of the time, I was singing:

I'm Mr. Bucket
You put the balls in my top
I'm Mr. Bucket
Out of my mouth they will pop
I'm Mr. Bucket (Whee!)
We're all gonna run
For Mr. Bucket
Buckets of fun!


Which was not much of an improvement. At what point will my mind realize that I will never need to remember the words and tunes for children's toys that were advertised after I was too old to want them?

On a different note entirely, did I mention how I celebrated the Fourth of July? I don't think so . . . Well, for the record, I went to McDonalds for lunch with American Eric, English Fran, English Chris, French Helene, and French Nicolas. Then for dinner Eric and I made tacos. Independance, whee!

My Buddy, My Buddy, My Buddy, My Buddy!
Wherever I go, heeeeeee goes!
My Buddy, My Buddy, My Buddy, My Buddy!
My Buddy and meeeeee!


(Or was that "wherever I go, you're gonna go!"? I get it confused with the subsequent "Kid Sister" ads.)
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