With all the Susan Boyle links everywhere, it’s not surprising I’ve got the Les Mis soundtrack playing in my head. Turns out it can be really distressing to one’s husband and children when one absentmindedly belts out “I Dreamed a Dream” while washing the breakfast dishes. And not just because I’m no Susan Boyle or Patti LuPone.
“I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living…”
Whoops! Sorry, guys. It’s just lyrics. I don’t really think we all live in a yellow submarine, either.
October So Far
I Guess I Didn’t Need to Look Under the Seats
This one’s for the curriculum-junkie homeschooling mothers of 2002
A Short History of the Piñata