Ladies and Gentlemen let it be known that the Katzbox is rockin', rollin' jammin' and rammin' the house DOWN with the one and the only MS. DONNA SUMMER!!!!
OHYMYGOSH!!!! Ask my kids about Donna Summer!!! My very worst nightmare of my life...(which I think lasted three weeks)...but somehow was all in one night....had to do with Donna Summer! This was years ago. Short version...after chasing me off a train and through rat-infested, junkie occupied sleazy apartment houses and alleys..we ended up on the roof of a NYC apt building...where...Donna Summer...(who works hard for the money).....SHOT MY HAND OFF!!!!! No kidding. (and she always seemed so nice) just last week, Josh sent me an audio text...of her singing on the radio....just to freak me out.
Oh...to further clarify...it was DONNA SUMMER chasing me off the train and through all kinds of disgusting places...where I would think I was safe for a second...but NO...there would suddenly appear Ms. Summer..chasing me with her little gun. I need to stop. I am getting the heeby-jeebies all over again.
I'm a 50-something student of life (and graduate school, 2008), dealing with the mirror...and all that THAT implies. Deep thoughts welcomed, tolerance required, humor virtually worshipped. Come, join in my reindeer games...
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OHYMYGOSH!!!!
Ask my kids about Donna Summer!!!
My very worst nightmare of my life...(which I think lasted three weeks)...but somehow was all in one night....had to do with Donna Summer! This was years ago. Short version...after chasing me off a train and through rat-infested, junkie occupied sleazy apartment houses and alleys..we ended up on the roof of a NYC apt building...where...Donna Summer...(who works hard for the money).....SHOT MY HAND OFF!!!!!
No kidding. (and she always seemed so nice)
just last week, Josh sent me an audio text...of her singing on the radio....just to freak me out.
WHAT. THE. HECK.
'Splain yoself Lucy!
what's there to explain?
Donna Summer shot my hand off!
(and thanks for bringing back traumatic memories)
Oh...to further clarify...it was DONNA SUMMER chasing me off the train and through all kinds of disgusting places...where I would think I was safe for a second...but NO...there would suddenly appear Ms. Summer..chasing me with her little gun.
I need to stop. I am getting the heeby-jeebies all over again.
No kidding, Deb! Mom was afraid it was going to be her "Last Dance". Oh well, I'm sure in her dream, she ran away yelling "I Will Survive"!
Oh.....okay......let me get my pencil and paper....lay back on the couch....are you comfy?....okay....now, let's talk about this dream......
hahaha. . .wow, Diane! That's so messed up! How traumatic!
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