We are taking our first-ever airplane ride as a family today. Then, when we’ve landed, we will be touring the great province of Ontario in a minivan, whose colour has not yet been determined. I’ll keep you posted. There will be grandmas and grandpas and great grandmas and aunties and uncles and cousins big and small. There will be beer. There will be warm weather and Tim Hortons. There will be a hot tub and a cheese factory. When I write those two things in the same sentence, it icks me out.<\/p>\n
My apologies to Arwen, who, if her son is still obsessed with a certain local radio station, will have heard this song a quadzillion times already. But I keep hearing it when I’m driving and it never ceases to make me laugh out loud. (In a respectful way, Mims. Mr. Mims.) I am only laughing because no one has broken it down for me in such an easy-to-understand way before. <\/p>\n
This is why I’m hot
\nThis is why I’m hot
\nThis is why
\nthis is why
\nthis is why I’m hot<\/p>\n
I’m hot because I’m fly
\nYou ain’t [be]cause you[‘re] not
\nThis is why
\nthis is why
\nthis is why I’m hot.<\/i><\/p>\n
Friends, I present: Mims.<\/a> (Who, according to the comments below this video at Youtube, is very short. I was stunned<\/b> to learn this.)<\/p>\n