Because I Can Totally Get Two Blog Posts Out of my Sweet Songwriting Skills.

In case you didn’t know this about me…I make up songs. Like a child. You know how little kids take a tune they know and start making up words? About common things? Like eating a sandwich or drinking a milkshake or even watching their favorite TV show?

do that.

Brian is SO lucky to live with me. Not only does he get to hear my made up songs on a daily basis, but also he gets to hear me repeat them over and over and over again until I’ve almost mastered the lyrics. And stopped filming anyway. Because the 17th time’s the charm.

If you didn’t read the post about saying goodbye my Christmas trees, you should probably do that now. Don’t worry; this video will be here when you get back.

You’ll note that even after 17 tries, I still messed the song up a smidge. Whatever. Enjoy anyways.

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And Now, A Post-Christmas Song/Poem. I am a Master Corrector or a Grammar Nazi. One of those. Except When it Comes to ME.

Comments

  1. Reminds me of Marshall’s made up songs on HIMYM. “Studying law. Making a responsible choice for my future. On a Friday night… Being a lawyer had better be awesome.”

  2. For some reason I can’t hear it so I am making up my own lyrics and singing for you.

  3. You’re ridiculous. I love you for it.

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