There’s a puddle on the bathroom floor, the plunger’s resting on the living room rug, and someone’s screaming ‘HELP ME’ from the kitchen.
Music and writing are two of the loves of my life, so song lyrics are kind of like my soulmates. And like any great love affair, things can get a little confusing at times. Maybe I’m missing the artistic symbolism of these lyrics…or maybe they’re just super duper, incredibly strange.
Thank you, Hug Me Elmo, for spontaneously working tonight after seven months of silence. Screeching “I love to hug you!” in the still darkness of my finally-sleeping-3-year-old’s bedroom.