Take Me Home
2/12/2008“What are you singing?”
Sweet Baby James. James Taylor.
“Stop.”
Why?
“You’re embarrassing me.”
But there’s no one here but you and me.
“I’m not embarrassed by how you sing but what you’re singing. I’m embarrassed that my husband likes James Taylor and I don’t want to be reminded of it. I don’t like to remember that you enjoy that drippy-ass folk music. Especially James Taylor.”
What about John Denver?
“Oh, for crying out loud. What are you trying to do? End our marriage?”
Over John Denver and James Taylor?
“Yes!”
Well, I know they’re drippy. But I like them. I can’t help it. What do you want me to do? Lie about it?
“Lying is better than admitting to it.”
Hey, here’s something I bet you didn’t know about ‘drippy-ass’ John Denver. He served in the Army as a sniper, and he has the most confirmed kills of any sniper that served in Viet Nam. So there.
“Hey, here’s something I bet you didn’t know about John Denver. Not only was he NOT a sniper; he tried to get into the Air Force, but he was too short. And when he tried to get in the Army, they wouldn’t let him in. He’s missing two toes!”
Oh yeh?
“Yeh!”
#@$%!