Tuesday, December 12, 2006
BING!
Don’t say I never get into the Christmas spirit. This morning I woke up with Bing Crosby in my head singing, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… eeeeeeverywhere I go...” It’s a good song and he’s got a smokin’ hot voice, so it could’ve been worse. It could’ve been one of the frightening renditions of “Jingle Bells” that the group in the conference room yesterday was singing (which sounded more like a ragtag bunch of people singing Happy Birthday).
Anyway, I got to thinking, what possessed the man’s mother to name him Bing? Does she really like bing cherries? They are very sweet and tart and and yummy at the same time. I can’t imagine any mom thinking that their baby is yummy, so that’s probably not it. I concluded that she subscribed to the phrase, “one in the oven” during her pregnancy. There must have been a timer to coincide with the time of birth, much like when you set a timer to remind you that the cookies are ready. So when the little tyke was born, BING! It’s ready! And little Bing Crosby was born.
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