My Secret Shame

I love Glee.

I love it.  I love it.  I LOVE it!

Talented little twenty-something ‘teenagers’ celebrating individuality, watching each others backs, falling in and out of love…and SINGING ABOUT IT.

Sometimes they also DANCE.  What is not to love?

I have even introduced Monkey and Pigeon to the joys of Glee. To be honest Pigeon could care less but Monkey is enthralled.

We have a bit of a Sunday ritual in our house.  When baby Chilli goes down for her afternoon nap we three girls sit on the couch and Glee it up while G sits at the kitchen table typing memos about ‘economic foreskins during the next fiscal aneurism’ and sticking a fork into his ears every time Rachel Barry breaks into a show tune.

There is only one thing I love more.  The Glee Project.  Oh manna from heaven!

G is out of town tonight and I have just acquired Series Two from unnamed sources so this evening, once the princesses are all tucked up safe and sound – turn out the lights, turn up the volume, bring this lady a glass bottle of shiraz and glee me baby, glee me!

FAB – U – LOUS!

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