Why does the cheesiest, lamest music just… work, so long as it’s played in a cafe? I caught myself humming along to “Three Times a Lady”. If I download it when I get home, I’ll know I have a problem.
In my defense, it reminds me of an episode of Dharma and Greg. Where it was revealed to be Greg’s make-out music. Chuckle.
My husband accused me last night of being like a 12-year old prepubescent boy. Why? Because he brought home the newest Soul Calibur. Which allows you to customize your character. And what’s the first thing I did? Take off their clothes.
I was still tweaking the colour of their underpants when Husband walked past and made the aforementioned declaration. Whatever. He knows that I’m designing the best characters ever. Everyone fights a little bit better when they’re inspired by their orange skivvies.