Oh, what you do with pee

Addicts have their drug of choice. Kids from the hard places have their behavior of choice. One of my sugars was a crazy mad pee-er in the very beginning. That diminished, but with the move, it's back, baby.

So, I had this song stuck in my head all day, and it just kept evolving.

Yes, I did actually take the time to write out this whole thing (if you've known me since high school or college - not surprised AT all *said with a Chandler Bing inflection*) and record it at 10:45 pm. Yes, my hair is totally sticking out in the back and I have a quite attractive butt-part from a day of sweaty packing. Yes, I did teach myself how to play it on the guitar, but wanted to sing it at normal human speed and am singing along with YouTube. No, I do not sound well at 10:45 pm (my sweet, soothing, Karen Carpenter voice prefers the early morning hours).

But some of you really need this as badly as I needed to share it. So, I was not going to wait until I was rested and looking hot. Grab some coffee and break out a little harmony.

Love you all.




Hey there, my darlings, what's it like to feel so freaky
'bout a move tha we must make into a scary, brand new city?
Yes, it's true, so hypervigilent are you, and well - me too.

You're pulling old school things like chatter, playing dumb,
and nonsense questions, skipping hygiene, and leaving chores undone.
I know it's true, but you will argue til you're blue, it's nothing new.

(lots of selfish moaning about pee)

Here there, my sweethearts, do you know how fun its been
to pull out all the furniture and find the places your pee's been,
and yet I stay - each time the urine comes to play - like yesterday.

Hey sugar lumps, I know you're scared and need control
so much you'll fill that bladder up and let your anger take its toll.
You're on a roll. Seems you have made it quite a goal, but it's getting old.

(more selfish moaning about pee)

Eight more days seems pretty far. May have to find myself a bar.
I'd make it easy if there were some way.
You'll rage and cry and huff & puff, but I'll just trug along because
I know you're loved and know that you are safe.
Honies, I can promise you that by the time that we get through
our carpet will never be the same, but that's okay.

Hey there my darlings, keep on sneaking out to places
you know youa re not allowed, and keep on making angry faces
right at me, if that is how it's gonna' be. You can spray wherever you darn please.
Hey there, my sweeties, here's to you - this one's for you!

(moan, moan, moan, moooooooooooooooooooan)