The scene: In my van on the way home from the girls' first day of preschool.
The actors: Rachel, Alexa, and me
Rachel: Mommy, can you turn on the music? Can you turn on Barbie World? (It's actually titled "Barbie Girl", but what do I know?)
Me: No. Not Barbie World....I'll turn on something else. Listen and see if you know what it is.
My iPod: "Hello hello baby. You called? I can't hear a thing. I have got no service in the club you see see."
Rachel: LADY GAGA!
Alexa: I know that one! It's TELEPHONE!
My iPod: "Wha-wha-what did you say, huh? You're breaking up on me."
All together now! "Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy."
Louder now! Ignore the other drivers who are now staring at the head-bopping loon in the minivan playing drums on her steering wheel!
"K-kinda busy. K-kinda busy. Sorry I cannot hear you. I'm kinda busy."
If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of my husband dying a little inside.
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Yeah. She's nutty. But we loves us some GAGA. Well, "us" meaning everyone in the house 'cept The Husband. He visibly cringes while the rest of us sing, "Stop callin' stop callin' I don' wanna think anymore."
I told him, "I bet after you hear it a few hundred more times, YOU'LL love it, TOO!"
He didn't look convinced.
Whatev. He's the one who loves Kiss. You know? That group of middle-aged, spandex clad, platform-high-heel wearing, makeup slathering men? Yeah. Them.