i’m one of those people who gets songs stuck in her head. and i don’t just get the song stuck in my head. i also sing the song. over and over again. i can’t help myself. i do it without knowing it. i’ll be peeling a potato or washing dishes and it’ll start out as a humming and the next thing i know i’m belting out the chorus. then i catch what i’m doing, stifle it, have a look around to see who noticed and put it under wraps again. usually this isn’t so bad. except for the fact that i can’t carry a tune in a bucket. and except for times when i get naughty songs in my head at inappropriate places.

take for instance when i’m visiting my parents. you know? my southern pentecostal, god-fearing parents. and for no good reason other than the fact that i’m one of satan’s favorites, i got the song, “i touch myself” by the divinyls stuck in my head. i bit my lip until it bled, but still i found myself walking around their house going, “i don’t waaaaant anybody elssssse, when i think aBOUt you, i touch myself oooooh!” i don’t know if they heard me. i don’t know if they understood me. i’m sure they did. and i’m sure once again i’ll be the number one subject of their prayers tonight. i’m such a disappointment.

also, as you can see here:

here:

and here :

kaileb is really concerned about his broken arm and is being extra, EXTRA careful. of course with a role model like this:

you can see what he has to build on. i ask you, is it any wonder at all i haven’t developed a very acute valium/coke/alcohol problem? hmmm?