Bowen Island is the place for me!
Patio sitting is the thing I need.
Helping Ken around with all the chores
Never minding that we got no stores.
I just adore a penthouse view… and fancy eating, big shows, Time Square, and late night music and 60 block walks with the best of friends
Darling I love you, and every so often… give me Park Avenue…!!!
Ba-dum-ba
It’s posts like this that make me hope no one actually reads this blog! ☺
I’m singing your song to the tune of the Old Spice song. Cuz that’s a good one, too.
Too late, Jan!
Who are you?
“And that’s how we all became the Bowen Bunch.
The Bowen Bunch, the Bowen Bunch. That’s the way we all became the Bowen Bunch.”
Take that!
and where does Uncle Jed of Beverly Hillbillies join that fruit loop brigade of ditties? Some time soon I hope. I’ve got that nastiness in my brain and just have to share it with all of you similar aged folks.
Hee-hee-hee!
Have I mentioned lately how glad I am that you are now on a real blog where I can get all this corny goodness on my RSS feed and know immediately when you post?
No? Well I am glad.. even if I now have all these awful songs stuck in my head
AWFUL! AWFUL! On behalf of all stupid theme songs from long ago awful TV shows, I’m insulted. 🙂
He said, whistling the tune to Giligans Island.