April 16, 2009 @ 7:35 am | Filed under: Family
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.
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