My husband song bombs me all the time. Do you know what that is?
He will literally walk beside me, sing a catchy tune and leave the room like a stealthy ninja.
Then I am stuck with the song for at least two hours. Sometimes the torture lasts a whole day.
Or, like this morning, he pours his coffee and turns around with his hands upraised and sings, “You’re the meaning in my life. You’re the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life, you’re the inspiration. I wanna have you near me. I wanna have you hear me sayin’…”
And he walks away with a smile.
Now I am left with this haunting Chicago melody:
I guess I should be flattered that this was today’s song bomb. At least it wasn’t Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance.
