Feeling frustrated at how stupid White Winter Hymnal appears to be. I first heard it on my PTX playlist (more about them at a later date bc oh my WOW) then I looked up the proper version and was semi-surprised that it's not an old song.
Then I sort of noticed the lyrics. What?!?! Why do they have to keep their heads from falling off? (Our pets heads are falling off!!) And wait a second, did he just say Micheal fell down and his head...popped off? And there was so much blood that it turned the snow as red as strawberries?
What the fuck is going on?!?!
So I, of course, googled it. And the band says it doesn't mean anything.
Nothing makes me more stabby than songs that don't mean anything. Remember when I watched that documentary on The Who and they said Tommy doesn't mean anything? They just thought it would be fun if he played pinball? LIES.
I choose to believe these songwriters are all lying and they just don't want us to know what it means. It's a secret.
Also, this is why I'm too terrified to watch that Eagles documentary that I want to watch SO BAD. If I find out Last Resort doesn't mean anything, I will just DIE.
Regardless, I like both versions, but the PTX version is slightly better, in my opinion. That seems to happen a lot with them.
Loving that even though she's almost five (yes, you read that correctly) she still loves to hike up her shirt and ask me to tickle her back. She's been doing this since she could lift up her shirt. Although now she's finally realized that it's easier to just take the whole thing off.
Toying with the idea of opening an etsy shop. Not because I want to make a million dollars (honestly, I don't. I mean, I would like a million dollars. But I want it as a gift, I don't want to work for it) but because I want to make things, and I need other people to pay for the supplies to make the things. While I love being home with all the kids at school and wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China and I will NOT be having another baby, I do occasionally get a tad bored during my six hour stretches with no one else to talk to. So I want to go upstairs and work on my machine and watch Supernatural. But I'm pretty much out of fabric and I already have more project bags than I could ever use and we have so many quilts that if another ice age hits and we don't have heat, we're good to go. So...etsy shop? The main problem, of course, is that I'm not entirely sure how etsy works. Plus I'm not sure how to get people to give me money for stuff. So, it's probably never gonna happen, but it is something I've been thinking about lately.