I was pooped in really great way. My eyes were a little bleary, my leg muscles were a little burny, and I was feeling good. And as I turned onto our street, fiddling with the radio because I haven't yet learned all the stations up here, I stumbled upon a song.
I had never heard it before, and after about five seconds, I was completely absorbed. I pulled into the driveway, cut the engine, and sat in the cold, dark car until the song ended. I was totally schmitten.
When it did end, I skipped into the house and plopped my swamp butt down in front of the computer to Google the lyrics. And thus, I am able to present to you Mumford & Sons' "White Blank Page:"
In other news, PEACE OUT, ERRBODY!!!11!!1!! B and I are off on the 10-day Mediterranean cruise where I will be tasked with the daunting job of "inspecting" and "blogging." Sweet baby pandas I can barely stand it.
Unfortunately, that means there won't be much action over at the Yellaphant Club House, as my time will be spent on things like making sure the views from the ship's deck are up to snuff, the wine tastes as good as I always dreamed it would, and the shores of Europe are as satisfactorily orgasm-inducing as they should be. It's a hardknock life for me, but someone's gotta do it.
P.S. Since I won't be here for it, Happy Valentine's Day, ya'll. Wear your good undies, just in case. I'll be wearing mine in Barcelona. Rawwrrrr. Tweet