Tuesday, October 04, 2011
A text message rips through my sound afternoon slumber.
Himself: Who's going to drive you home tonight?
Me: From where?
H: No. The song. From the 80
M: I was napping. Who's gonna plug your ears when you scream?
H: Who sang that
M: I don't care. It's an 80's song.
H: I don't care either