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 public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
- Our fish just died. And I'm sitting here crying. And it wasn't even my fault!
