I'm listening to Galaatz radio this afternoon - the music Hubby was listening to on the television (MTV) was getting on my nerves. Every hour the same new thing, the same new thing, the same new thing. I switched stations and they were playing McCartney stuff. Good thing I live on the 8th floor. I was singing loud and dancing all over the kitchen/dining/living room while cooking.
The radio blasted out Oh Darling, I Will, Sgt. Pepper, and I didn't have a care in the world, as I looked out at the fantastic view of the Judean and Jordanian mountains out my window.
Then my son sneered at me,
"That's McCartney?"
"Yes. Shhhh!!!" I hissed at him. I hate being interrupted while I'm singing along with Paul. I love knowing all the words too to his stuff.
He rudely continued, "For THAT you paid almost 1,000 shekels for two tickets?"
Baby You Can Drive My Car was playing in the background.
and this was my answer to him - Beep Beep um Beep Beep YEAH!~
Friday, September 19, 2008
Getting Ready for Paul
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Tell your son there's no price on happiness - but be careful where his happiness might take him :>)
I look forward to hearing all about the concert - you're my closest contact to being there.
Klara
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