I can't remember the last time I posted a photo of a barn, and you know how much I like to look at barns.
I think Mr. Dateman is getting a little cocky about his ability to get REALLY bad songs stuck in my head for long periods of time. I have to give it to him, he does seem to have a special gift for that, and there's probably no one else who would be quite as impressed by those kinds of mad skillz as I am.
This weekend, he apparently had a devious scheme to expose me to some exquisite cheesiness and then hope it would ooze into that soft, impressionable part of my brain that would house it for days, until it finally loosed itself from the goo or was replaced by something else even worse. His plot was foiled, however, because he couldn't find the song he wanted to torture me with.
"So, are you at least going to tell me what it was?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"That's so mean of you." He said the mean was good, because it helped balance things out a little.
"That's true," I conceded. "When a guy is as nice you are, it makes a girl wonder if there aren't bodies buried in the basement somewhere."
I hate to say it, because I have a feeling it will make him that much more smug, but even without finding the song he wanted, he still managed to get "One Night in Bangkok" stuck in my head for two full days now. Damn it!