Does it get any better than this? It's a few minutes past 6 a.m. (I love early mornings); most of the idiots of this part of the world are asleep or passed out (cops love this time of the night shift) ; I have a Tall Blond beside me that was complimentary because Starbucks didn't have a pot of it ready when I ordered; (personal note - I'm more partial to brunettes.); the music playing in the background is mellow enough that it still allows the brain to process somewhat and what's playing won't be found on the radio station that my kids make me listen to.
Don't get me wrong, I love Katie Perry's music and especially her look, but the station favoured by my kids tends to play the same few artists over and over and over. So many of them sound alike alike alike.... I drive Kendall and Avery nuts by usually guessing incorrectly as to who is singing whatever song is blasting out of the radio. Kendall is a One Direction freak, so I just love to push her buttons by purposely guessing wrong for any of their songs. I actually do know most of their songs. How could I not? Thanks to osmosis from radio waves, video feedback, posters covering every bit of Kendall's bedroom, and the highest pitched shriek known to man that comes from my 13 year old to signal that the radio station is about to play a 1D song (again).
I've managed to instil some civility in the kids. There was a time that as soon as they got into my vehicle, which ever one sat in the front, her little pointer finger would automatically shoot to the radio buttons and on would come 99.1 The Hits. No please, no thank you, nothing! It didn't even matter if I was listening to the Moonman, a frequent and colourful caller to AM talk radio, or singing a duet with my favourite artist, Neil Diamond, as one of his classics was being played by a radio station that knows real music. My kids were radio bullies. I really put the fix to them when I would turn off the radio all together whenever their fingers did the walking all over my listening pleasure. When left with the option of silence and maybe having to actually speak with their dad, the kids quickly learned to ask politely if it would be okay to change the station. Some tough old man I am. Well, not really. I have never said no, but at least it makes me feel more appreciated.
Perhaps I do get the last laugh on my two little darlings. The new (to me) truck that I bought recently has one feature that originally bugged me but there's no way I'll be getting it fixed now. Only one speaker works and it's the one furthest away from the driver. I'm half deaf in my right ear too. Touché kids and ha ha Lady Gaga!
I have time for a refill before I'm off to pick Avery up at the pool. She or her sister have early morning swimming practice four days a week. Starbucks opens at 5:30 so it works out perfectly for me. I can drop them off, come here to read or write or even just veg. The couch is comfy, the fireplace comforting and One Direction is no where to be found. Life isn't just good, it's "Grande".
