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Magic Bullet

I have one, magic bullet. Okay, two, if you count Cherrios. When Jude cries inconsolably and I am driving, my only option is to belt "I love you a bushel and a peck" at the top of my lungs. Driving home from Layton on Sunday, I sang that song for an hour, which may leave you to wonder if you'd rather hear Jude scream for an hour or me sing "I love you a bushel and a peck" for an hour. Over and over. Not to mention that I have an irresitable urge to sing the second verse with a fabulous (terrible!), hick accent. You know, the part where is says, "beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm..ever tend the farm when I want to keep my arms about Jude!" Mike loves that part (insert me shaking my head "no"). I've tried to make other songs the magic bullet, songs like "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," or "You are my Sunshine." But no. Screaming ensures unless I am singing the dulcet tones of "I love you a bushel and a peck." Why, universe?