27 3 / 2012
I’m never letting my parents watch Mad Men again…
I finally got “Zou Bisou Bisou” out of my head today. I didn’t think of it once (which is a big change from yesterday, where I just sang it spontaneously throughout the ENTIRE DAY).
Mom worked a 12 hour shift today, and since I worked from 8-5, I didn’t see her until about 8:45.
Naturally, what is the first thing she sings to me when she walks through the door?
ZOU. BISOU. BISOU.
We laugh. Well, she laughs. I kind of….chuckle….
Instead of having a conversation, my dad replies to my mother BY SINGING ZOU BISOU BISOU.
Then, my parents decide (telepathically, I’m assuming) that they are just going to say ‘Zou Bisou Bisou’ to everything I say, effectively real-life RickRolling me.
I jokingly make both of their ringtones the song in my phone.
My father, noting I’ve done so, proceeds to go outside. He then calls me from the back porch. Twice.
I’m now terrified I will get an early morning wake-up call, and that it will be by Megan effing Draper.
