The thing about earworms is that you have no control over them. Not what gets stuck in repeat, not how long it gets stuck, not who sings it. I’ve had “Lydia The Tattooed Lady” stuck in my head for two weeks. I finally gave up and watched the clip. It didn’t help. I’m still whistling this. I can only hope that, like a foul mood, the best way to get rid of it is to give it to someone else.

We have also (speaking in the imperial plural, which, while annoying and affected, isn’t as bad as using the third person) chosen a name for our little yellow Smartie. Thanks and props to Gigi who came up with it. Here’s a visual:

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equals: Tweety McPeeps! I tried to give it another name, but every time I thought about Tweety McPeeps, it just made me laugh. So, Tweety McPeeps it is.

And lastly, please click on my widdle dragons and help them grow up.