So it's been a hoppin' Tuesday night at this house. We ate dinner, watched Bindi the Jungle Girl, and somehow both fell asleep for well over an hour. Well before 7 pm. I know, I know....we're living the wild life these days. I know you're jealous.
This, however, isn't about that. Or about anything, really. Except, of course, about Bindi the Jungle Girl. Oh Bindi, how we loved your father, the dear departed Crocodile Hunter. We mourned for him a bit tonight, as we watched the two of you on your adventures. We giggled at your jokes, noted your cuteness, and so loved your song and dance about kangaroos. We did wonder, however, how you found four grown men to sing and dance as your back-up singers. What possesses a man to decide that he should sing and dance with a 7-year-old about kangaroos?
And how do I sign up?
Just kidding.
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