The son is deeply regretting earning my considerable wrath earlier in the week, which won him the dread punishment of NO COMPUTER TIME for the weekend. NO COMPUTER TIME means that he is not allowed to play any electronic games: no PSP, no Xbox, no whatever he plays on the PC. Although he refuses to admit it, it probably worked out for the best since it's the first weekend he's had massive amounts of homework in every class, and so, it's been nose-to-the-grindstone anyway.
That doesn't mean he doesn't feel the need to inject some levity into the proceedings. So I got this little email today (and you'll have to make up your own tune. It wasn't sung to me.):
Did you know your son could be a famous musician?? Did you consider the possible financial gains from an up-and-coming music-maker?
Here's all he's got!
(to be sung like song lyrics)
It's snowing in Reykjavik . . .
It's raining in Bornholm . . .
It's cloudy over London
There's thunderstorms in Taos . . .
There's hail in the Alabama state . . .
And durn is it foggy in Seattle . . .
But here it's stinkin' sunny
(And bland) . . .
There's bands playing in Canberra . . .
There's propaganda in China . . .
There's good times in Amsterdam . . .
And Danke shurn in Germany . . .
And then there's me . . .
Sitting in my room . . .
When I should be doing homework . . .
Writing this dumb song to you.
This is unedited by the way. He's just about to find out that he misspelled Danke Schön.
(He's watching as I type, and laughing.)
Lyrics to "My life is in a Rut (A song for the average Californian)" are the sole property of The Son, and are copyright as such by him. Don't mess with this mother! Danke Schön.