You know it's going to be a demanding day when your radio alarm wakes you up before sunrise to hear Marvin Gaye whispering "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up... baaaaaaaaaybeeeeee!"
I haven't even summoned up enough energy to move from my cozy comforter cocoon and already I'm immediately propositioned by a man that needs some "special" healing because it's good for him. Not good for us but for him, because he's apparently on edge from being all rich and famous. It's stressful.
Where was this man when that big knot was tightening in my shoulder? When I was washing dishes while steaming broccoli in between loads of laundry trying not to step on my cat who is always following me while to watch the finale of Project Runway playing in the background! Probably soaking in some hot tub, in some mansion with a large bottle of wine!!!
And women supposedly loved this song back in the day. What was goin on with that? He's got some nerve.
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