I love Glee.
I love it. I love it. I LOVE it!
Talented little twenty-something ‘teenagers’ celebrating individuality, watching each others backs, falling in and out of love…and SINGING ABOUT IT.
Sometimes they also DANCE. What is not to love?
I have even introduced Monkey and Pigeon to the joys of Glee. To be honest Pigeon could care less but Monkey is enthralled.
We have a bit of a Sunday ritual in our house. When baby Chilli goes down for her afternoon nap we three girls sit on the couch and Glee it up while G sits at the kitchen table typing memos about ‘economic foreskins during the next fiscal aneurism’ and sticking a fork into his ears every time Rachel Barry breaks into a show tune.
There is only one thing I love more. The Glee Project. Oh manna from heaven!
G is out of town tonight and I have just acquired Series Two from unnamed sources so this evening, once the princesses are all tucked up safe and sound – turn out the lights, turn up the volume, bring this lady a
glass bottle of shiraz and glee me baby, glee me!
FAB – U – LOUS!
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