Owen & I were alone today.
It doesn’t happen often. But today, the grandparents took the kids, and we were left with some spare time.
Which we used to….
make beef stew. Sadly, that is not a euphemism for anything.
As we stood in the kitchen, chopping meat and vegetables, it was quiet. Eerily so. And we realized that soon, we’d be forced to talk to each other to fill that quiet.
But then I remembered, “Hey, I have an iPod.”
The relief? Palpable.
So I chopped. And I listened. And I realized something.
My songs can be divided neatly into 2 groups:
Songs that you would play at a strip club, but not an upscale club, or even a decent club, more like a small town bar that brings strippers in on long weekends.
And songs that would be playing in the background while your friend nervously and tearfully reveals that he is and always has been gay, and you talk about it, and then he borrows your jeans and you go dancing.
What this combination reveals about me, I don’t believe I even want to know.
(sign photo is BYOB Strip Club by RandomFactor)