1. If you have a stash of plastic grocery bags you’d like to get rid of, the Professor and I will be driving around Saturday afternoon between 1-4 and will gladly pick them up. If you’re home, we’ll chat with you. If you’re not, leave them on your front stoop and we’ll give your neighbors reason to eye you suspiciously.
2. If you are a local blogger and you want to see Footloose, email me and I’ll pass your email along to a guy who can totally hook you up. Unless he already emailed you, in which case, I’m not so cool.
4. Argh. No! He rhymes “things” with “things!” I’m willing to concede every point you make, but how can you give a thumbs up to a song that rhymes “things” with “things?” It’s the same word! It’s not a rhyme. It’s like when poetry fails.
It is literally impossible to write a rhyme that sucks that bad though I am willing to try. “We were trying different things, we were smoking funny things, we were made out of rock like Things, we were all about the Old Icelandic forms of governing called Things, singing Sweet Home Alabama all night long. Woo woo woo.” No, see, even one more “thing” would have dragged it out of “stupid” into wink-and-nod “silly.”
No, I’m sorry. You might be right, but you are wrong.
…Making a crush into a thing…
…wondering what exactly is that thing…
And now you’re going to have me singing that all afternoon.
Thanks for nothing, best country music blog on the web.