Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jog

I was going to write about how we're back from vacation and that we had a great time. We watched the sunset every night and spent about 8 hours reading on the beach on Sunday. Jason even started reading a Vampire-Sex-Novel by everyone's favorite author! He asked which one he would like. I gave him Succubus Blues and promised a steamy sex scene early on. Sure enough, Richelle Mead hooked him up. I believe he said something about "no wonder Jay is dating her..." but I don't think he meant anything by it. ;)

So, that's what I was going to write about. Instead you (and by "you" I really mean Lindsey and Richelle since they're the ones who read my blog) get this:


Flashbacks to childhood have me googling the saying "Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jog."

Three guesses where it's from...

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Yup. Mother Goose strikes again.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

She had a lot of rhymes, that Mother Goose.