Last week something reminded me of "singing telegrams". (Because of my age) I can't be 100% sure, but I think it may've been a commercial that got me pondering them. Whatever it was, I was thinking what a great concept singing telegrams are and wondering why people never send them anymore. They're much better than sending a card and way more personal than sending flowers. They're ingenious right?
Like many of my thoughts, I twittered something to the effect, "some day I hope to either send or receive a singing telegram". End of thought. End of tweet.
...or so I thought.
Today, on my 36th birthday, a florescent monkey-man with a highly effeminate voice and a very exuberant personality came into my home and sang "zipedee do da" and "happy birthday" to me and freaked me out, possibly forever. (Not to mention the hysteria of 6 kids screaming and running away from "it")
I'm really not one to have the spotlight in my direction, so you can imagine my humiliation when I was singled out by this crazy pink ape-man-thing. I now need to invest in one of those MIB memory-eraser pens so that I can carry on and live a normal life, free from the horrific memories.
Thanks KSeas...I owe you one. Oh, and you will get it...