1. Driving the other day, I saw a car, driver with a backwards baseball cap as the youth of today are wont to do, with an air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. The shape of the freshener was a fist with an extended finger. My thought and subsequent question to Joe: ‘What scent is F You?’
2. Saturday mornings mean GET UP AT THE BUTTCRACK OF DAWN AND TAKE THE BOYS TO THE TRACKMEET and I have to write it in all caps because that is what is feels like. I would prefer a whisper, but that is not to be had. While the boys are awake and actively talking about who’s little spirits they are going to stomp by slamming their record into the dirt, I endeavor to drive. Just drive. That is it. Please. I’ll just concentrate on the driving and occasionally sip from the cup that holds the Nectar of the Gods otherwise known as coffee. So, this past Saturday morning, it took me awhile to tune in and hear what Ty and Tony were saying. Nay singing. The song on the radio: Take a Picture by Filter. And here is what they were singing to me:
Please won’t you take our picture
So the flash will wake up mommmmm
Please won’t you take our pihihihicture
So the flash will wake up our mom
We don’t believe in coffee
We don’t believe in coffee
She’s going to crash our car
That particular air freshener is called “Bald, Alcoholic, and Working in a Warehouse by Age 30.”
But hey, it beats “wet dog.”
That song almost made me fall off my seat laughing!
It says LeahPeah upside down!
leetspeak, baby!
Great song. Hey, I like the old calculator and the effect you’ve got going on in your banner. I remember when I was in Jr high or something, the cool kid in school showed me how to use the calc to spell BOSSHOG (as in the wicked hick sherrif on The Dukes of Hazzard). We thought that was so cool.