I have the same problem with my toddler sometime. What works to get her to sleep?
If I could go back and re-do last weekend at SDCC instead of getting my ass kicked filming this episode..I would do that. Like..ASAP. Instead I’m sitting in hair and make up, half asleep. The life.
I’d spend times with the fans over being beaten on any day! I feel what you’re saying.
Oh, no worries, anytime I can help!
Oh wait,..you mean Informer, detective man says Daddy Snow stabbed someone down the lane—A licky boom-boom down…
No one can, and as much as it pains me to admit it, me and my brother Bren may have dissected the song when we were little and learned the words. Now it’s just something that’s stuck with me.
I’m pretty sure they use the word chicken at least ten times, but I dunno. Wait, I thought we were talking about One Week. ‘Kay, now I’m really confused. I blame the heat in the city. Well thank you! I totally agree.
Friday, Friday, gonna get down on Friday, partyin, partyin, HEY!
Sorry. Bleach to wash away the stain left behind by Snow. There are a few songs that just get stuck in your head and will NEVER go away, they always overwrite whatever you have currently playing in your skull. Kudos for learning the song. There’s something cool about that, and something cool about not knowing it all, you know? Sometimes a little ‘something something listen boy they’re waiting there for youuuuu…”
Yeah, I know. I’ll leave the singing to the professionals.
Mila had a wealth of insecurities - more than most people realized she had - but whenever Henry touched her, hell even just the way he looked at her, the brunette felt beautiful. People in her past had told her as much. They commented on her pretty face or her exotic eyes. She had been voted on numerous lists, and not a single bit of it mattered. Looks would fade. Of course she wanted to feel beautiful… She wanted someone to think she was beautiful - but she wanted someone who saw beyond the physical and found something worthy underneath. When Henry’s fingers touched her - brushing through her hair or tracing the curves of her body - it felt as though he were cherishing a work of art. It was more that just her body and her face… Henry treated Mila as though she - mind, body, and soul - were the work of art. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sighed contentedly as his fingertips grazed her skin. When he spoke, Mila looked back up at him, smiling as he placed a gentle kiss to the top of her knuckles. Oh, goodness… She was addicted to him. Absolutely smitten with him and completely in love. “You want a family with me… right? I mean… you want… kids with me, right? More kids, I mean…” Mila had never been good with words, and she inwardly cringed at the graceless way she went about the conversation.
The actor’s lips parted for a moment to correct her. They -were- a family. Henry had never thought different from that first night they were together and he saw her with Will. He knew right then that Mila had a good heart, was pure in spirit and no matter what her past was, was a different person than what some might have said. His face softened as she corrected herself, and he licked his lips, taking a breath before answering. His thumb continued to stroke her hand where they were conjoined. “I do. I’ve always thought that. There were times… and I know this is bad to say, no offense to Gina… but I wish you were Will’s real mother, too. I know you treat him like he’s your own, and if I have anything to say about it, that’s what he’ll know for the rest of his life, that you are his mother.” But that wasn’t the answer to her question. Henry brushed a little hair from her forehead, pulling her snug against the crook of his body where she lay. “I definitely want to have a… bigger… family with you,” he replied, taking her question and adding one more word. “You’ll make beautiful babies… and I want you to have my babies on day. As many as we want.”
This is very true. And apparently, one of them is related to the 90s white rapper Snow, who had one hit wonder Informer—which was also about random shit. It was like a family trait I think or something. Plus, I don’t think I could ever top the line “Chickity-China the Chinese chicken…”, but who knows. Maybe I can come close. Yeah, country isn’t my favorite, but…I dunno, I know musicians say it a lot but I’m honestly just a fan of music in general. So there’s some country I can get into.
Thank you so much Alexz…
Informer is not stuck in my head. Something something me boom boom down…
I can’t understand a bloody word he’s saying, but it’s there.
Sort of like BNL, I thought there was something about chicken cherry cola or something like that. Or I’m getting that confused with ‘One Week’. I appreciate your musical diversity and fanship, it’s a wonderful thing to appreciate music in general I think.
Right? Or like, maybe I’ll just start making songs about food. And bubbles. And bikes. Just random shit. Yeah—that’s boardering into country music and can’t say that’s a genre I’ve ever been anywhere near. Closest I got was doing a cover of Hell On Heels during a show I did in Houston once.
You know, random shit worked really well for Barenaked Ladies, they strung random stuff together and made a hip song that lasted forever. Why can’t you? I’m not really big into country myself to be honest, it’s good in little bursts. But today’s country is more mainstream I admit.
Someone just told me I should pull a Taylor Swift, and just write songs about ex’s. But…I already do that…I was so confused. Maybe they meant I should date more famous people and get my heart broken? I dunno…the things people say sometimes…
I say you go someway completely radical and do something different. Maybe happy songs of love instead of heartbreak and losing your girl or your truck or your dog. Wait, country song again…
Mila draped an arm over his side and slid her hand gently underneath his shirt, sweetly rubbing Henry’s back as they cuddled. She smiled against his lips. Life with Henry kept the woman on her toes. In some ways they had easily settled into domesticity - a thought that would scare plenty of other people away - but the two of them managed to keep things exciting. And though they had, for the most part, skipped over the part where people go out on dates, Mila much preferred the comfort and security that she found in their relationship. They weren’t playing games with each other. They might have been dating, but there truly was so much more going on. They were devoted to each other completely, and in that knowledge, the brunette felt safe. She smiled softly. “Me too.” Mila’s thoughts mulled over the weekend. She thought about Will and how it felt to be able to show him a bit of the world… To teach him about history - even though he was too young to remember - and to show him those stories come to life. She thought about how the delicate tendrils of his hair felt against her cheek, and how her heart grew heavy when the child held onto her, his pudgy little arms clinging to her for love and for comfort. Mila looked at Henry, seeing a bit of what Will would become in the future. Brushing her fingertips along Henry’s arm, playing with his fingers, the brunette pursed her lips as her mind ventured into the future and wondering what was in store for them. “Henry… Can I ask you something?”
Snuggling close to the beautiful Ukranian, Henry’s fingers slid through the long locks of Mila’s hair, absently twirling it around his fingers, only to let it go a moment later and watch it almost straighten back out. He’d cleared her thick hair off to one side and let his fingertips rub along the nape of her neck tenderly, enjoying the closeness and intimacy they shared. His nose brushed against her forehead and lips graced her skin momentarily as he looked down into her eyes. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, opening his large hand to let her smaller fingers interlace between his as he gently closed down around her. Raising her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to the petite girl’s knuckles while he turned his eyes back to hers again.