My life has a soundtrack. That's perfectly normal, right? Everybody walks around like they are starring in their very own musical...don't they?
Whatever. All I know is that when something happens to me, be it good, bad or indifferent, a song always comes to mind. And to tell you the truth, I am apt to burst into song at any given moment for no good reason. My Kitten is the same way. The only difference is that she has a beautiful voice and me...well, not so much. I have an indescribable love of music, but people don't always love to hear me loving it.
The most romantical thing I ever said to Mr. Man was this, "I love you so much I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing another note of music because you're my song now."
Feel free to vomit.
I can get all caught up in a song and whether it's OCD or just your garden variety of crazy, I will listen to it about a gozillion times. I click the repeat button on my stereo remote and over and over and over again it will play until finally my son screams, "MOM! I am going to pull my hair out!" That's my cue that I might have overdone it a little.
You can totally tell what kind of day I'm having by simply sitting in the street in front of my house and listening. My music is my mood ring. Here's the handy chart Mr. Man uses to decide whether he should actually come in the house after work.
"He Oughta Know That By Now" Lee Ann Womack
Holy crap. Sher is one step away from throwing my clothes and my collection of Copenhagen cans in the front yard. Must buy chocolate.
"Fighter" Christina Aguilera
One of the ex-husbands has made her mad and now I'm about to pay for it.
"Right to be Wrong" Joss Stone
We're going to discuss the argument we had last night for approximately seven straight hours.
"Jesus Walks" Kanye West
Uh-oh. She's forgotten she's a middle-aged white woman living in the Midwest. She's going to yell at me for being the Man that keeps her down.
"At Last" Etta James
I am so getting lucky.
"Remember When it Rained" Josh Groban
I hope we have enough tissues to make it through the night. Try not to stare directly at her Rudolph nose.
There is a rejection letter on the kitchen table and Sher's underneath it with a can of frosting and a box of Kleenex asking the dog why he loves her.
"Let Me Up" Kenny Wayne Shephard
I'm going back to work.
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