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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