Jennie, I’ve got your number
When I was little, I thought I knew how to count. The numbers went 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 6 7 5 3 0 9. I was a child of the eighties. And a small enough child I didn’t know Tommy Tutone was singing about a phone number. Sigh, such innocence. (Incidentally, … Continue reading