'Cause who's going to listen to mother saying no, when we're all busy dancing to and fro!

I have been playing this song since Ellen came to my house at 8:30. It's 11:22. I've spent the time reading Ian Rankin's second collection of short stories and burning DVDs for Ben.

I still haven't cut the lawn at the Y.

For those who found that little ditty too entertaining (which I'm going to assume is none because none of you know what it's from) I also found this. And by found (and this applies for both of them) I mean Stumbled Upon (Now work's with Internet Explorer. But you should still get Firefox anyway).

Here is how I spent my awsome day today:

1:45am, Carl drops me off. We were up late painting our latest additions. Actually, there's a funny story to be related first:

Just after we bought the Warhammer that night, Elyse needed to be taken home to... well, butt-fuck nowhere. It takes 40 minutes to get to her house driving not exactly the speed limit the whole way. So this means budgeting that 40 minutes to get there into our schedule. It was fine, we bought our shit, chilled at Carl's for about 20 minutes, and were on our way.

But we had to get gas.

And someone wanted McDonalds (so then we all got it).

And then Alex wanted to be taken home.

Goodbye 40 minutes. A call to Elyse's father enlisted nothing but calm tones and trusting commentary as Carl explained that we were leaving the city immediately and would be at his homestead in 20 minutes.

40 minutes later.

As we are pulling down her Long Country Driveway she says, "Now, if Rosco is outside, then we know my Dad is pissed."

Rosco being this, basically. Except 10 times larger and significantly more scary. Rosco is the only big dog I've met in a while that I'm genuinely afraid of. I've only met him once before and he always looked like he was about to jump onto me. He didn't, but it sure put me on edge, to the point that I slammed the door on him when we got into Elyse's house without asking her parents if they wanted him inside.

Anyway, so we pull up and sure enough, Elyse sees Rosco. I have more difficulty picking out black dogs at night, but I take her word for it. Rosco is silent right now, but I'm assuming he's not going to stay that way.

Now, I really want shotgun, and right now I'm sitting behind the driver's seat (sidenote: Elyse really needs to stop cheating at shotgun. Carl pays good lip-service to this fact, but he hasn't done anything about it). Being retarded, it doesn't occur to me to just crawl into shotgun once Elyse leaves. I tell her to get out as fast as she can so that I can race over to her side and get in before Rosco masticates one of my limbs.

We do this. I see Rosco immediately as I leave the car. He is about 50 feet away by the house looking expectantly at Elyse. If she hadn't also been out of the car I probably already would have been toast. I start walking calmly towards shotgun and Rosco starts barking and getting excited. I make a break for it and so does he. I get the door slammed right before he runs into said door I then triumphantly yell, "FUCK YOU, ROSCO! FUCK YOU, ROSCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which does nothing to calm the animal. In fact, it gets him so worked up that he starts chasing the car as we try to pull out of the Endlessly Long Country Driveway. And by "chasing the car" I mean "runing beside the driver's door jumping up and barking hysterically to the point where Carl considers pulling over". If we'd pulled over, the terrorists would have won. I spurred Carl on with more incredibly loud yells of "FUCKYOUROSCOFUCKYOUROSCOFUCKYOUROSCO!", Carl even joining in ocasionally.

Now that I've written it, that story basically puts my whole day today to shame. I slept in until noon, jammed at 1, discovered that they don't take credit at Boomers, and helped Eazy Motherfuckin E find a flower shop.

Oh, I found this site really funny. Kind of a random subject change, but there you go.

That is all.

The sound of a polka drifted from my neighbor's
and set my feet a-tapping oh!
Leva's mother had her eye on her daughter but
Leva she managed to fool her, you know.
'Cause who's going to listen to mother saying no
when we're all busy dancing to and fro!

Leva was smiling, the fiddle it was wailing
as people crowded round to wish her luck.
Everyone was hot but it didn't seem to bother
the handsome young man, the dashing buck.
'Cause who's going to mind a drop of sweat
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!

Leva's mother she shut herself away
in her own quiet room to hum a hymn.
Leaving our hero to have a spot of fun
in a neighbor's house when the lights are dim.
'Cause what does it matter what the old folks say
when you're all busy dancing to and fro!

When the music stopped then the real fun began
and that's when the laddie fooled around.
When he took her home, when the dancing was over
her mother angrily waiting they found.
But I said to her, Leva, now don't you weep
and we'll soon be dancing to and fro!

I said to her mother now stop that noise
or I won't be responsible for what I do.
If you go quietly and stay in your room
you won't get hurt while your daughter I woo.
'Cause this fine laddie is a wild sort of guy
when he's all busy dancing to and fro!

One thing I tell you is you won't trap me,
no, you won't find me an easy catch.
Travel to the east and travel to the west but
Leva and I are going to make a match.
'Cause this fine laddie ain't the bashful sort
when he's all busy dancing to and fro.

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