There are certain little…things …I have picked up over time that I cannot seem to divest myself of. I really want to lose most of them. They are taking up valuable space in my brain that I could use for oh, I don’t know…remembering my address or something.
For example, why do I know all the words to the Weeble Haunted House jingle? (And just in case you are wondering “In the Weebles’s Haunted House, Weebles wobble all about and it’s a real exciting place to beeeeee! A smiling ghost with glowing face has a secret hiding place and that’s not all there’s plenty more to seeeee! In the Weebles Haunted House, it’s a great place to be!”)
Why do I know what a merkin is?
Why do I still remember the words to “How Doth the Little Crocodile”? Especially considering that I learned that in the third grade…
But why I can only remember the first six lines of The Canterbury Tales but not the other ten that I memorized at the same time? Ok, so I guess i didn't actually memorize those other ten lines...
I don’t have a great memory. A friend asked me what happened on an episode of “Veronica Mars” that she had missed and I couldn’t tell her a damn thing. I am not one of those people who remembers her locker combination from high school and I don’t actually know my own cell phone number. But if I have ever met you, chances are, I remember your face and your name. Unfortuately, that’s about all I will remember…unless you want me to sing you the jingle for the Weebles Haunted House.
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Why do I now know what a merkin is? Ack! I do like to learn new things, but jeez...remind me to tell you what a "hobsey" is some time.
P.S. I had the Weebles Marina when I was a kid.
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