Girlfriend in Tacoma

Aug. 25, 2008 at 5:42pm


(well, not really.)

some days, the radio reads your mind.

En route home, glowering after the loss of favorite keys, ever: "I don't like Mondays."

As I frantically clean house, kinda' sorta', all the while "oh, look, a butterfly!"-ing, comes a song on the kid's new guitar-shaped radio that came with the rancid "pup star" tee that she got today, after the will to utter "no" was sucked out of me by a kid who couldn't stop saying, "mom, can I have that?  can I have that? can I have that?"  --"Manic Monday."   

(totally different stations, totally appropriate songs.)

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