When the Earth spins off its axis, you can safely blame me
"Jon, I have something to confess."
"Okay. What's up?"
"I'm so ashamed."
"It's okay. What happened?"
"You know the Interpol CD we've been listneing to in the car?"
"Yes."
"Oh, God. I'm so sorry."
"What? What happened?"
"Well, I guess that when I burned the CD the songs were sorted by something other than track number."
"NO. NO...."
"YES. I'm so sorry. We've been listening to the songs OUT OF ORDER."
"Oh, God, Heather..."
"It's not my fault, I just didn't know."
"How could you let this happen?"
"I just wasn't paying attention when I burned the CD. I'm so sorry. I feel like I have killed Santa Claus or drowned the Easter Bunny. I've ruined the whole experience, for both of us."
"You have to re-burn the CD!"
"I KNOW! The balance of the Universe depends on it!"
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Heather talks about Valentine's Day on today's Momversation.
- I know zero about sports, but my entire heart is screaming, "Go Saints! Go Saints!" I am a stereotypical woman. TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE, JON!
- Marlo has a tooth! So says the blood that she drew when she grabbed my hand and tried to gnaw off my thumb!
- Leta won't eat her birthday cake. I guess we should have made it out of chicken nuggets and iced it with refried beans.
