The Bookish Girl

i knew i loved the bookish girl when…

mr. bookish here.  honored to be your guest blogger while the bookish girl is in the big apple (her first ever night away from baby).

when the bookish girl and i first started getting lovey-dovey back in the day i would whisper cheesy little love songs into her ear until the wee hours.  after whispering an entire summer’s worth of cheesy little love songs (i might as well have been reciting Ode to a Grecian Urn), the bookish girl finally started reciprocating with her own little songs whispered sweetly into my ear.

o, i wish i were a little bar of soap (BAR OF SOAP!)

o, i wish i were a little bar of soap (BAR OF SOAP!)

i’d go slippy and a-slidey over everybody’s hidey

o, i wish i were a little bar of soap (BAR OF SOAP!)

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5 Comments »


  1. elisa says:

    Hee – that’s awesome.

    The both of you rock.

    Give the youngun’ a smooch from me, okay?

    Comment - June 20, 2008 : 10:42 pm


  2. maryse says:

    oh man, you’re going to make me hate my life again.

    Comment - June 21, 2008 : 6:27 pm


  3. Marne says:

    Thanks for letting me have your wife for the weekend!! Other than the fact that she walks a little slow, I love having her here!!!

    Comment - June 21, 2008 : 8:12 pm


  4. Jane in London says:

    I’m giggling now. That’s a brilliant song! ~x~

    Comment - June 23, 2008 : 5:34 am


  5. Kate says:

    Oh I wish I were a little English Sparrow…
    Oh I wish I were a little English Sparrow…
    I’d sit up on the steeple and I’d spit upon the people,
    Oh I wish I were a little English Sparrow…

    My dad knows all the verses. That one’s my favourite, though.

    Comment - July 1, 2008 : 1:15 am


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