Oldies and Delerium

I’ve had an oldies station on all day today. For kicks. It’s not cool that they play Billy Joel and call it “oldies,” but whatever.

They’re currently playing Thank You for Being a Friend (you know the theme from Golden Girls). I ask myself and you, why do I like this song so much? So fluffy and cheesy and just…well, not even good. But I just feel all light-hearted when I hear it.

So…thank you for being a friend. Traveling down the road and back again. Your heart is true. You’re a pal and a confidant. And if you threw a party and invited everyone you know, you would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say “thank you for bein‘ a friend.”

um. They also played Muskrat Love and I thought, what the H is muskrat love and is it good?

Have you ever noticed that when you slowly speak lyrics or read them instead of sing them, they are so ridiculous. Pretty much all of them.

Please don’t comment and say “what is WRONG with you?” I’m simply delirious. On four hours of sleep, I spent part of today at the ER with Asher (he’s just fine but he wasn’t at first and it’s a long story and I’m way too tired to tell it and be all serious. Sorry if that’s mean. Just know he really is fine and to go into it would be way too much poop talk.)
That’s why I’m posting about nothing, stress reliever. So there.

Momma said there’d be days like this. There’d be days like this. My mama said.