Click “Sitting here alone (static)…”
“My kitten just barfed,” my girl is holding her stuffed kitten over the edge of the front seat to keep stuffed kitten vomit where my feet normally go. Thoughtful of her.
“Does this mean that you don’t like the song?” I ask my girl.
“Kitten just barfed up her teeth,” kitten is doubled over in my girl’s hand.
“Does this mean that kitten doesn’t like the song?” I ask my girl again.
Her stuffed kitten nods his head at me, has another vomit attack, and nods again. Behind stuffed kitten’s imaginary vomit covered muzzle, my girl is smiling big.
Click. “Call me maybe…”
Ugh. Now I may vomit.