Tonight, Ophelia (me!) neglected to defrost the chicken need for the night's dinner. (Wait, did I say that was me? heheh.) Consequently, there was no dinner. Therefore, her Mom made an executive decision to order pizza. Can you imagine the reaction?
Bracie, Gabby (who happened to be over) and Ophelia crept to a corner and feverishly began to whisper. Conspiratorial grins snuck over their faces, and Ophelia rubbed her fingers together.
Gabby's eyes gleamed. "Something must be done!"
"Singing!" Bracie hissed.
Ophelia cackled. "We should sing sppspspspspspspsps [insert movie-ish whispers here] and then spspspspspspppsppppspspppstchhhhhh? [etc.]"
"What?" Bracie said, and Ophelia abandoned whispering and switched to giggling.
"We should sing Time to Say Goodbye!!!" Ophelia said.
Bracie countered her. "No! We should sing When You Say You Love Me!"
Gabrielle asked, "But what if it's a pizza delivery girl?
Bracie shot her a withering look. "Then we sing Happy Birthday."
"I am all for singing When You Say You Love Me- as long as we make it obvious that we are singing to the pizza."
When the eagerly anticipated knock came, we crowded around the door. After commencing such details, as... paying... we burst into operatic song. Our voices rose, melodious (well, more or less,) and enthusiastic (to say the least.)
The look on his face? Priceless. As he walked away, rather quickly (for some odd reason), we switched songs.
Time toooooooooo say goooooooodbye!!!!