"And now I try hard to make it .
I just want to make you proud.
I’m never gonna be good
Enough for you.
I can’t stand another fight
And nothing’s alright
‘Cuz we lost it all.
Nothing lasts forever.
I can't be perfect." - Simple Plan
"A pun is the lowest form of humor." - My Mom
My daughter gets so mad when I call this the "whiney song." I contemplated coming up with a response song. . .(like, "To the left. . . " and "To the right. . .")but I couldn't get a good rhythm to flow with "Just empty the dishwasher, for cryin' out loud!"
I wouldn't mind living in "Perfect" - that beautiful land beyond the Walgreen's sign. The latest ad shows a news crew, wedding party and others in desperate need of hair gel and a shave - and says something to the effect that no one cares what you look like in Perfect. That is such a clever campaign.
In my Perfect, children would beg to do housework, everything I owned would look fabulous on me, and cars would run on our nation's most renewable resource: cellulite. It would suck it right out of your derriere as you drove. Now there's a plan. . .
I reckon Perfect might get a little boring afterwhile, but I'm sure that I can always come back to "Flawed-a" on my vacations. . .
Divorce in Progress
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