Beloved has resorted to drastic measures. He leaned in close to my uterus this morning and said, “We have candy! We have TV! We have video games! Just c’mon out and it’s all yours — follow the light!”
We were in the car later, and decided the lyrics of this song are surprisingly applicable right now:
Closing time – time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time – turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time – one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time – you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home…
Closing time – time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time – this room won’t be open ’til your brothers or your sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits – I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home…
Closing time – time for you to go back to the places you will be from…
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home…
Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…
And yet, like the party guest who won’t leave long after you’ve cleaned up the kitchen and washed off your makeup and even put on your fuzzy slippers, he just won’t leave!
You have one of those 5-star uteruses with 4 Michelin star fare coursing through the umbilical cord. I giggled at the picture of Beloved plying your wee one with candy and video games.
It won’t be too much longer and you will be blogging about sore nipples. 🙂
I really enjoy that song, but never thought about it as applied to pregnancy!
Your husband’s comment cracked me up. It’s all true, but I’m sure it’s lovely and cozy in your uterus too!
This will mark me as uber-nerd, but you already knew that.
The drummer for that band, Jake Schlicter (sp.?) wrote a book called “So You Wanna Be a Rock and Roll Star?” Apparently, that song was about the impending birth of the singer’s child, combined with a bar-closing metaphor. So yes, you’re exactly right.
I am such. a. dork.
Beloved is one funny dude. (Yeah, I just said dude..)