Last night Sydney came busting in the front door.
“We were just listening to Rhythm Nation!”
After I busted out my oh-so-cool Rhythm Nation moves in my head I said, “You mean the old Rhythm Nation, like Janet Jackson?”
She looked at me like I had just spoken Greek to her – “Who??”
Thanks. I feel old now.
But when Robert came in I knew I could make myself feel young again.
“So, I heard you guys were listening to Rhythm Nation on the way here – I totally used to rock out to that.”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, me too!”
I said, “The only difference is that you were probably rocking out to it in your car while driving while I was merely rocking out to my lavender Barbie “boombox” in my bedroom filled with stuffed animals.”
“Yup, a new 1988 red Beretta…I was so cool.”
“I was so eight years old.”
Thanks. I feel much younger again now.