The other morning the radio was playing "Jessie's Girl" - by that great ex-pat Aussie chanteur and some-time thespian, Mr Rick Springfield. Really, it's a shocker (a Barry Crocker, if you will), but just so catchy. Anyway, it came to the line, "I feel so dirty when they start talking cute..." and I couldn't help but nod my head in sage agreement. It's embarrassing to be in the presence of lovebirds who, in the first flush of their passion, even coo their pet names at each other right in front of you. And the kissing! Really!
Grumpy says he's going to start calling me Prude Goward.
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