ok..so 'Bingo Bango Bongo' just say it...now say it again....man, I just love it....makes me feel tough/hip/alley cat-ish/peyote chewing (said that to sound cool) renegade.
I love using that expression when I have finished a task or when I am convincing someone that the task at hand is simple. As in:
'Hey, it's easy, you just throw the eggs in, dump in a couple of glugs of milk, beat the shit outta it, bung it in the oven, and BINGO BANGO BONGO you've got yourself a cake!'
or when someone remarks on how well I did something I will exclaim
'BINGO BANGO BONGO it was easy!'
My dh has forbidden me from saying this in the house......so I quietly mutter it under my breath...
ok...so it's late at night (well..late for me-9pm) kids are tucked up in bed (so dang cute) and I am picking away at the remnants of the cupcakes I sent with the kids and nanny to their party.
It was their last day at the drop in centre and they were to have a potluck. How was I to know every other mother/nanny would bring cupcakes...yeesh.....well...at least mine had choco frosting AND sprinkles AND marshmallows...yum....and what they didn't eat will be safely harboured in my belly.
ok..must dash..more snacks are screaming to be slaughtered....
About Me
- Misfit Mom
- See that mom in the corner? The one nobody is talking to? Yeah, that's me. I have a great knack for never fitting in. I strive for coolness but fail miserably. I was the last one picked on sports teams. I was the kid wearing North Stars when everyone else had Adidas...so pull up a chair and put your feet up...and let's make believe I am cool
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