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[sistawendy]

At long last I've bought my son a piano. OK, it's an old spinnet with two sticky keys and some white paint on it, but hey, I'll worry about upgrading if he turns out to be the second coming of Vladimir Horowitz. This is something I've wanted to get for him for quite a while. See, we'd borrowed one from some neighbors a few years ago, but just when he started to get into it, they asked for it back. Now, however, we have one for good, rescued from a sad little house in western Kirkland. Brain food for the skinky boy. I think I'll play the Squeegee Song for him tonight.

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[vixyish.livejournal.com]

The... squeegee song?

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

It's what I sing to him in the shower after I've turned it off and it's time to squeegee the water off the glass doors. It's a honky-tonk number, and the lyrics are:

Squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege
Squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege
Squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squeege squee
(Squee-squee-gee squeegee squeege squeegee squeege)

[Repeat until doors are finished.]

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Damn. Most of those squeeges are supposed to be squeege*e*s.

[liberpolly.livejournal.com]

aaaand, this is how we'll make your photos.