Conversation I had with Victor in the car:
me: You know that song that goes: “Just like the wild wind blows, she sings a song that sounds like she’s singing“?
Victor: Edge of Seventeen. But that’s not how that song goes.
me: I figured, because it makes no sense. Why would she be singing a song that “sounds like she’s singing”? Either you’re singing or you’re not singing. MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
Victor: No, that part’s right. But “the wild wind blows” is actually “a white winged dove”.
me: Ugh. That’s the part that I’m wrong about? What about “I went searching for an answer up the stairs and down the hall, and not to find the answer.” You just said you were searching for an answer and then in the same sentence you contradict yourself. It’s so confusing. It’s like Nikki Sixx is trying to confuse me.
Victor: Are you kidding me? It’s not Nikki Sixx. It’s Stevie Nicks.
me: I always think they’re the same person.
Victor: And that’s why you’re not allowed to talk about music anymore.
And since it’s (almost) Sunday it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed on the Houston Chronicle:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- Because everyone needs a tiny Shakespearean mouse for their desk.
- Use your ivagination.
- James Garfield Statue
What you missed on the internets:
- Me getting interviewed by Jen Lancaster
- Jen Lancaster getting interviewed by me
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by my hilarious friend, Jill, better known as Scary Mommy. Her blog is fabulous and she now has a great book coming out that’s an honest (and terrifying) look at parenting. She and her book are better than ice cream. Check them out.