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November 1, 2004 - Monday
Harry's constant oral spewing of "wheeshy,
lacky, kooshy" has now been set to the tune of My Darling Clementine.
And, were there any question about it, that does NOT make it any more pleasant
to listen to loudly and constantly. I maintain that I have yet to directly
tell Harry not to sing, or that his singing is bothersome, but I do concede
that it can set me on a rather short fuse with regard to just about anything
else he does wrong.
Comments, Opinions?