Last night, as Marvin and I were trying to go to sleep–which was not possible because a BUNNY had the nerve to be IN THE FRONT YARD and Tallulah needed to let us know repeatedly. Tallulah kind of acts like my poor grandmother did when she got the dementia; she'll tell you something 48 times in one conversation.
ARABBIT'SINTHEYARD! RABBIT! RABBIT! RABBIT IN THE YARD, DID I TELL YOU I GREW UP IN A GAS STATION? And hey, there's a RRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrABBIT!
(Okay. The gas station part was something my grandmother used to tell us, not Tallulah. I threw it in for dramatic effect. Did it work? She did grow up there, as my great-grandfather owned the town gas station and all the men hung out there and played checkers and such. I think it sounds ideal, but she could not get out of there fast enough. Moved to DC. But that's a whole 'nother post.)
With the relaxing Tallulah news brief in the background as we lay there, I said to Marvin, "I just have to come out and say this. I like Bob Seger."
And I do. I am sorry. I know it's not cool, okay? And that my Michigan is showing. Because Bob Seger is from Michigan, and if you are FROM Michigan you can just kind of tell old Bob is one of your people.
One of my friends who is a little older than me had Bob Seger's band play at his prom. Now, who gets to say that? I have no IDEA who played at my prom, except I know it wasn't any Bob Seger.
Marvin took this information in stride. "I guess I do, too, as long as it's not DOdododododododo. DOdododododododo." he said.
"JUST TAKE THOSE OLD RECORDS OFF THE SHELF!" I screamed. Why is it that when someone tells you they hate a song you feel compelled to sing the whole thing?
Tallulah and I were a duo at that point.
"I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself! [rrrrrrabbit! rabbit rabbit!]"
Anyway, I hate that song too. And the Katmandu one. But I like all other Bob Seger songs. Sue me.
And you know what I hate? And I don't want to hear it, but I know I will.
I hate Monty Python. Do you have any idea how nauseating it is to be the only person in the world who hates Monty Python? Someone once told me I showed a lack of intelligence because I hate Monty ridiculous Python. Okay, I laughed at The Canterbury Tales (tee hee, quod she), but I'm an idiot because I hate Monty and his pythons.
And people CAN'T let this go. They can't just accept it. "You don't even think it's funny when they…?"
Not even the time they…?
I had an old boyfriend who constantly whipped out Monty Python videos. "Just watch this one part with me," he'd say. Then he'd LOOK at me during the "funny" parts to see if I was laughing. THAT'S conducive to hilarity, thanks. No pressure. Not making me self-conscious.
Now, whatever you do, please leave 850 Monty Python quotes in my comments. Because that's the other annoying part about MP. People are forever putting on a high-pitched, terrible British accent and saying three words and we're all supposed to know the context, and WHOO! Let me slap my knee.
"I'm not dead yet!"
I can help you with that.
Roll me away.