So... guess what I'm doing?
Dec. 31st, 2009 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydraceIt's New Year's Eve, and I'm posting on LJ, instead of partying. And LIKING IT! Hubby is watching something about 80's music on TV, and since this the one place where our age gap really shows, I asked him if it was ok that I toddled off. He was fine with that. Not that I dislike 80's music... it's just not my passion like it's hubby's. The 80's were his wild youth, after all. In the 80's, I spent most of my time in diapers...
Pea has been really strange today. I fully expected to have to carry him around all night, due to all the fireworks that would surely prevent him from sleeping. So we planned dinner for a quiet time. (Around the Queen's New Year speech where everybody seemes glued to the screen) in hopes of him getting a nap there. No such luck. He stayed frantically awake for 3 hours and the fireworks have started up nicely outside, but somehow, he's fast asleep. Fireworks, schmireworks apparently... We'll have to wait and see about midnight, though.
I'm so glad we didn't make any plans. Not even plans at home. I wouldn't have kept to them anyway.
And since I promised to post some silly little thing I imagined the other day, I might as well make it a new year thing. :o)
The story behind it is that I was listening to a Beatles record the other day, and when it came to "When I'm 64", suddenly I could totally hear Merlin and Arthur bickering all the way through it. I wrote it down. It's silly, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mithrel was brave enough to ask to see it. So here it is. :oP
Singer only indicates from who's point of view it is... not that it wouldn't be hilarious to have a Merlin/Arthur songbattle. LOL.
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? ( I can't afford wine. You don't pay me enough. Besides, you have your own wine, you prat.)
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door? ( Yeah, I would. And don't expect me to get up and let you in, either.)
Will you still need me, (as if) will you still feed me, (I have to, don't I?)
When I'm sixty-four? ( I'm sure I'm doomed to be your manservant until I die. *sigh*)
Singer: Merlin. Commenter: Arthur.
You'll be older too, (Duh, Merlin.)
And if you say the word, (I will. Because my word is law.)
I could stay with you. (You don't have a choice, idiot.)
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone (Yeah right. Because a man who can hardly dress himself can surely fix a fusebox.)
You can knit a sweater by the fireside ( Hey! You're calling me a girl again, aren't you?!)
Sunday mornings, go for a ride. (Go hunting, you mean.)
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more? (You could, cause it'll be me doing the bloody garden.)
Will you still need me,(maybe) will you still feed me, (Probably)
When I'm sixty-four? (I guess I have to. I doubt 40 more years of your life will teach you to feed yourself.)
Singer: Merlin. Commenter: Arthur.
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear (Who cares about prices? I'm the prince! And by then I'll be KING!)
We shall scrimp and save (Oh, now you're just being sarcastic, Merlin...)
Grandchildren on your knee: (Yeah, cause I'm a stud and will surely father a whole new horde of little Pendragons.)
Vera, Chuck, and Dave (No way! No way any decendants of mine will have such ridiculous names!)
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view (Like you don't know my point of view already. Not that you care.)
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away. (Yeah. Cause I'm not there to feed you.)
Give me your answer, fill in a form (I need to fill in forms now to wait on you hand and foot?!)
Mine for evermore (Oh great)
Will you still need me, (yeah, I suppose so) will you still feed me, (sure)
When I'm sixty-four? (I signed the bloody form. So I guess you're stuck with me now.)
End. *snicker*
Pea has been really strange today. I fully expected to have to carry him around all night, due to all the fireworks that would surely prevent him from sleeping. So we planned dinner for a quiet time. (Around the Queen's New Year speech where everybody seemes glued to the screen) in hopes of him getting a nap there. No such luck. He stayed frantically awake for 3 hours and the fireworks have started up nicely outside, but somehow, he's fast asleep. Fireworks, schmireworks apparently... We'll have to wait and see about midnight, though.
I'm so glad we didn't make any plans. Not even plans at home. I wouldn't have kept to them anyway.
And since I promised to post some silly little thing I imagined the other day, I might as well make it a new year thing. :o)
The story behind it is that I was listening to a Beatles record the other day, and when it came to "When I'm 64", suddenly I could totally hear Merlin and Arthur bickering all the way through it. I wrote it down. It's silly, but
mithrel was brave enough to ask to see it. So here it is. :oPSinger only indicates from who's point of view it is... not that it wouldn't be hilarious to have a Merlin/Arthur songbattle. LOL.
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? ( I can't afford wine. You don't pay me enough. Besides, you have your own wine, you prat.)
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door? ( Yeah, I would. And don't expect me to get up and let you in, either.)
Will you still need me, (as if) will you still feed me, (I have to, don't I?)
When I'm sixty-four? ( I'm sure I'm doomed to be your manservant until I die. *sigh*)
Singer: Merlin. Commenter: Arthur.
You'll be older too, (Duh, Merlin.)
And if you say the word, (I will. Because my word is law.)
I could stay with you. (You don't have a choice, idiot.)
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone (Yeah right. Because a man who can hardly dress himself can surely fix a fusebox.)
You can knit a sweater by the fireside ( Hey! You're calling me a girl again, aren't you?!)
Sunday mornings, go for a ride. (Go hunting, you mean.)
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more? (You could, cause it'll be me doing the bloody garden.)
Will you still need me,(maybe) will you still feed me, (Probably)
When I'm sixty-four? (I guess I have to. I doubt 40 more years of your life will teach you to feed yourself.)
Singer: Merlin. Commenter: Arthur.
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear (Who cares about prices? I'm the prince! And by then I'll be KING!)
We shall scrimp and save (Oh, now you're just being sarcastic, Merlin...)
Grandchildren on your knee: (Yeah, cause I'm a stud and will surely father a whole new horde of little Pendragons.)
Vera, Chuck, and Dave (No way! No way any decendants of mine will have such ridiculous names!)
Singer: Arthur. Commenter: Merlin.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view (Like you don't know my point of view already. Not that you care.)
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away. (Yeah. Cause I'm not there to feed you.)
Give me your answer, fill in a form (I need to fill in forms now to wait on you hand and foot?!)
Mine for evermore (Oh great)
Will you still need me, (yeah, I suppose so) will you still feed me, (sure)
When I'm sixty-four? (I signed the bloody form. So I guess you're stuck with me now.)
End. *snicker*
