A dirty, dirty secret confession...

I found myself in line at Joanne Fabrics the other day. I found this on the overhead. I found myself...singing it. Yes! Me!



I have the ability--often great--sometimes horrifying--to recall and sing the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. The loved, the tolerated and the abhorred. So there I stood in line at Joanne's singing along to Dan Freakin' Fogelberg. Then on the way to the mall (I was Christmas shopping don't ya know) REO Speedwagon came on. Singing, singing, singing--me.

Now I was never ever a fan of REO Speedwagon, but I do know every song of theirs ever played on the radio thanks to my brain. I cannot remember why I went upstairs but I know all the lyrics to Take It On The Run. However...I will cop to being a fan of Dan Fogelberg...Gordon Lightfoot (Gah, get me drunk and get me to sing The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald) and Harry Freakin' Chapin (Mr. Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest...). So there. I said it. I do not like REO Speedwagon but I know all the words to The Cats in the Cradle by Mr. Chapin (and 30,000 Pounds of Bananas) and Thank God I'm A Country Boy by John Denver (groan). And Rubberband Man by the Spinners...Father and Son by Cat Stevens. Oh gosh. I'm going to stop now...

Now you. You go. Tell me what song is stuck in a head as you unload the dishwasher.

XOXO
Sommer