I love the song. Truly, madly, deeply, love the song. Well, maybe not madly or deeply, but definitely truly.
But my name is not Judy. (My desire for a certain level of privacy prevents me from revealing my real name. Not that my real name matters.) I did once wish that my parents had called me Judy, because in those days, I wanted Judy Jetson's hair.
The song is a better reason to want the name.
(My apologies to anyone whose brain exploded at the juxtaposition of Judy Jetson with the Ramones, but that's what you get for reading this blog.)
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