The conversations I have with my (VERY UNDERSTANDING!) Other Half are hilarious. This morning one conversation comprised of the Dymo label system, Sir Kerr, and what I would do under dream scenarios with both of these things…such things pondered were exactly HOW MUCH TAPE would be required to label …. CERTAIN body parts. Filth! Utter filth! Lol
I forgot about the song! Lol. I said to the OH that Sir needs to write a sexy song about Dymo labelling. Forget Life In Oils. Forget Celebrate and resulting ovary explosions. We need a sexy Dymo label song! The OH starts singing “I wanna Dymo tape you all over” to Exile’s “Kiss You All Over”…and it all descended from there. Lol
