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March 05, 2006

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Nancy

I remember having a conversation with my friend's girlfriend when I'd met her for the first time. When we were introduced, I mentioned that I remembered her from that morning I'd met her in my friend's dorm room. She was like... "uh, that wasn't me." Doh!

Ah, the music of pure love: "Just once -- Can we find a way to finally make it right? To make the magic last for more than just one night. I know we could break through it, if we could just get to it Just Once."

Thank you, Jen, for your inspiration. Aaaaand, for introducing me to Miss Doxie.

Elizabeth

That's the kind of story where you're frantically backpedaling, trying to cover up your mistake, and it's just getting worse and worse. But she didn't have to insult your driving. That's just mean!

My parents also forced us to listen to the easy listening station, so I know all the words to a scary number of craptastic songs. Like "Mandy".

mama_tulip

My mom forced me to listen to opera every Sunday afternoon. The house would shut down and I'd have to sit and watch her cry over the opera.

sweatpantmom

Jen, there must be a mistake because I can't seem to find the link to download the mp3 of you singing the James Ingram song.

Beth

what is it with remembering soft rock? every so often, i find myself humming "Up Where We Belong". WTF?

halloweenlover

Haaaaaaa! I've totally done that before, but generally I backpedal dramatically until we all realize that is what I'm doing but no one has the guts to point it out. Love it!

Glad to hear the sis passed!

Megger

That song brings me back to my rollerskating days. And also makes me think of the movie "Last American Virgin".

I have yet to learn that keeping the trap shut is always a good idea in those situations. However I've placed the old foot in the mouth way too many times.

jen

yes, she was stupid to take the cheap shot as that = green light to continue the story in all its awesome detail. let's say it again, shall we/ NAKED IN A CAR AND FOUND HER UNDERPANTS IN THE DRIVEWAY! (ok, her nylons, but I like the word 'underpants')

Beth- I have been humming "Up Where We Belong" all day. thakns.

Dawn

I find, in these situations, a racial epitaph goes a long way to distracting the listener.

And Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you will be. But my life, my love and my lady....Is the Sea.

madge

Oh, I loves me some frantic backpedaling!

Beth, don't hate on the Joe Cocker/Jennifer Warnes duet, PLEASE. This is one of three songs I can still play on the piano.

roo

Jen,
Can't we try, just a little bit harder?
Can't we try, just a little less pride?

The moral of the story is, when Jen extends the white flag, you'd better take it-- no questions.

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