I know this is a few months old, but I love it. James' Carpool Karaoke is one of my favorites, but I couldn't use the most recent one (Gwen Stefani) because she bugs me. So enjoy this one instead!
And now, the Video of the Week! J-Lo and Justin Timberlake both came out with new music videos this week, so you'd think that would naturally lead to me posting one of them.
But I'm full of surprises! And while I know that I've posted this before, I wanted to post it again. Not sure what I'd do without CB, to be honest. So here's hoping he doesn't light himself on fire anytime soon!*
Happy Friday, happy weekend!
*this will only make sense if you read the blog earlier this week.
So, CB takes Flonase every day to help him breathe better.
And also to help with the bear-like snoring.
CB: “So the Flonase is definitely working.” Me: “Yeah, I’ve noticed, your snoring is so much better!” CB: “Yeah, but I sort of wish I couldn’t smell most smells.” Me: “Me?” CB, laughing: “No, but there was this guy in Target with
terrible b.o. And some people’s breath. I could do without that.”
Me: “I think that would be the sense I’d give up first,
smell. Then probably taste, since they’re kind of linked, you know?” CB: “Yeah….” Me: “And then probably touch? Though that’d be tough. And
then hearing, then sight. But ideally, I’d like to keep them all.” CB: “That’s a given.”
CB: “Yeah, I think for sure I’d give up smell, then taste.
But touch is tough. I mean, what if I lit myself on fire and I didn’t have a
sense of touch so I didn’t know?” Me: “Um, first of all, you’d probably know if you lit
yourself on fire, even if you couldn’t feel it. Second, you didn’t lose your
other senses – you’d see the fire,
smell your skin burning.” CB: “I don’t know.” Me: “Um, I know.
And also, that’s a weird reason to want to keep your sense of touch, just in case. I mean, touching RJC, yes,
I’d miss that every day. But worrying about lighting myself on fire?” CB: “I’m just saying. But yeah, I guess it’d be touch. And
I’d just have to take that chance.” Me, laughing: “Wow, I had no idea this was such a high risk
for you, good to know.” CB, turning his back to read, mumbling: “Living with you is high risk.” Me: “I love you too.”
Happy Wednesday! Sorry I've been MIA... I'm working on it!
I cannot, you guys. Clearly I haven't blogged all week and I blame the rain. It's never going to stop raining and I'm never going to not look like Roseann Roseannadanna ever again. Also, even though it's been in the fifty's all week, I've made us sleep with the air conditioning on because it's too humid. CB loves being married to me.
No books because we have lives, people! But we have a couple back-logged that I need to get up there so it's 50/50 that they'll be something from me next week, higher odds that my dad will come through! Thanks, dad! But in the meantime, click here and check out what we've read before it started raining forever!
CB and I had a conversation this morning about back in the day when we'd listen to the radio for hours, waiting for our favorite songs to come on so that we could push record on our tape players and make mixed tapes (NOT mix tapes, this is an ongoing controversial stand I'm taking, but one of which I cannot let go) of the coolest songs.
Then I mentioned that Madonna's "Like a Virgin" was the first tape I owned (followed close by "Electric Youth" by Debbie Gibson and everything by New Kids on the Block). My 100 year old husband then said that his first tape was Van Morrison, who I didn't even know was a person when I was a kid. And then we talked about how RJC will never know the trials of waiting for hours by your radio and finessing the art of getting the song to record just as the DJ stopped talking and just before he came back on at the end.
And since I didn't know what a virgin or who Van Morrison was back then, I'm guessing my parents thought it pretty safe to let me dance along to the tape while wearing leg warmers with my hair in a side ponytail. Because I've always lived in a bubble of my own complete oblivion.