I Have Control of You

I listen to some raunchy music. Rock. Like this morning, I was playing Control by Puddle of Mudd. Here is the verse in question:

"I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you"

Nice, huh? Well, I tend to belt it out frequently. Luckily my windows are up 99% of the time. My cis not ready for that.

OK, well this morning I'm just listening to it, not paying attention, zoned out, in the car taking AB to school. All the sudden she says,

"Mack my ass? Mack my ass?"

LOL! I turned it off. No explanation, just laughing. I guess I'll have to watch what I listen to with her. Back to Backyardigans. Sigh.

As I put her in the car this morning I said: "AB! You got cuter! I didn't think it was possible, but you actually got cuter!" She said: "No I didn't. I am cute as this every day."

She is damn funny. So is her father. Maybe people are just funny to me today. I'm in a mood. I still have to dish on a blogger - it's Thursday. I'm working on it. Run this morning was pathetic, but my timing wasn't too far off of goal. I walked a lot more than I planned, but I'm getting back into it, blah blah justification blah blah.

OK people, dial back later for the dish.