Tuesday, September 14, 2010

"And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh"

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.

1 comment:

  1. BWAHAHAHA! He should definitely be subjected to Lady Gaga for longer periods of time.
    While tied up.
    With a gag so no one can hear him complain.
    This is the only way a man is likely to listen to her... ;-)


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