Steve Seel is playing the theme from "Sanford and Son" right now.
For some reason, that song reminds me of a cousin and some hugely inappropriate things he said at our last family reunion. Actually, I know the reason. He kept ... well, he wasn't humming it. Nor was he singing it, really, because it's an instrumental. It's the equivalent to my "bow chicka bow bow" porn music representation, I guess. I totally got the heebie jeebies when he and I were going to get beer from somewhere and as we walked away, my aunt said to him, "Remember, she's your cousin!" Hahahahahahaha. Gross.
That song just bumped my mood from decent to excellent. The weather is gorgeous. I got my membership all updated at Bally (I let it lapse in July. Bad, Jess). But now, of course, I'll be walking around Calhoun after work to enjoy the day.
It's crazy how I can feel so great today, when I was wallowing in despair a week ago. Actually, even just a couple of days ago, still. The joys of being a woman are many and ever so special.
Twins magic number: 2