Put it In a Love Song

I'm tired. I'm trying to get a post written. I looked up love songs. Here's what the titles said to me.


I Just Want to Be Your Everything- Sweet, I really need a housekeeper.

You Light Up My Life- Which is much cheaper than those new bulbs.

My Heart Will Go On-  But, keep the defibrillator handy, just in case.

The Way You Look Tonight-  Sort of slutty, but I like it.

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You-  The same way I feel about chocolate.

Can't Smile Without You- Kind of like when I leave the dentist.

Love Me Tender- Cuz I worked out today and I'm really sore.

I Want You to Want Me-  I also want you to rub my feet.

Careless Whisper- Speak up . Carefully.

I'd Do Anything for Love, but I Won't Do That-  Well, then why did you say anything?

Crazy for You-  I totally forgot my meds.

You Don't Bring Me Flowers-  And why not? Aren't I worth it?

All Out of Love-  But I've got lots of diet Coke, if you need some.

Comments

  1. Masked MomFebruary 17, 2012 at 7:59 AM

    Love these--especially the light bulbs. I'm off to listen to cheesy music for the rest of the day...;)

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2012 at 8:44 AM

    Hehe...you're funny :)

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  3. Larissa T.February 17, 2012 at 11:28 AM

    Haha love the smile/dentist one.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2012 at 2:46 PM

    This is so funny. I am so glad I found your blog! :D)

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