There’s no shortage of equipment in our house– but why does it always end up on the couch?!
I love you a bushel and a peck,
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck,
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap,
A barrel and a heap and I’m talking in my sleep,
About you, about you…
(From the musical Guys and Dolls, but most importantly, from my memory of what my mother used to sing…)