I don't cry during "Knowing Me, Knowing You." Usually.
I was reading this crappy Australian Women's Magazine while eating toast yesterday and I found this article about savoring the little moments. Or parenting, or something. Anyway, my big moments tend to always get dressed up in little-moment clothes, so I was all about learning to savor them. Actually, no, I just like to read while I eat and the article vaguely interested me a lot more than most of the other ones. You'd be surprised how many people are famous in Australia and yet entirely unknown to me, and the makeup tips in this particular magazine seem sort of geared to the hiding-lines-and-wrinkles crowd. I'll get there soon, why read about it now? Anyway, the author talked about watching her children grow up and I was all, "Snore" and then she talked about going to see "Mamma Mia!" in the cinema and how everyone was so happy and singing (and there was a "Dancing Queen" quote involved, naturally) but then "Slipping Through My Fingers" came on and there was just silence and sniffles. So I was busy judging pretty much everyone and then I realized I totally cry when I hear "Slipping Through My Fingers." Every goddamn time!
Ugh. Who is up on the internet at 2:43 when she needs to be at work at 7:30? And talking about ABBA songs and, tears aside, not very decent ABBA songs. I promise I will not trouble you again for anything less than "Waterloo."
Ugh. Who is up on the internet at 2:43 when she needs to be at work at 7:30? And talking about ABBA songs and, tears aside, not very decent ABBA songs. I promise I will not trouble you again for anything less than "Waterloo."