Our XM radio has been on the fritz since the car shit happened a few weeks ago. We've been forced to listen to local radio stations since then. They actually have country down here. Growing up, that's all we listened to. I could probably sing you every country song that came out during the early to mid 90's.
Shortly after dropping the crew off to school the other morning, the station went from music to commercials. I pressed the button to find another station playing music when someone from the back pipped up.
(Mu-sick-ed is how A says music. Say it really fast. It's supposed to be hard to say and sound something like 'you a sick kid" when you slow it down, but it sounds like you're tripping over syllables when she says it fast.)
A: Hey, turn that back to duh crunchy mu-sick-ed?
Me: Huh? Do what?
A: TURN IT BACK TO DUH CRUNCHY MU-SICK-ED!
Me: The CRUNCHY music?
A: YES! I like duh crunchy mu-sick-ed.
Me: Do you mean the country music?
A: Yes. I said to you I like duh crunchy mu-sick-ed.
*I've decided to rename this on-going series of posts "The Crazy Shit She Says" because it drives my family crazy that I curse and if they ever find my blog, I want them saying "OMG! SHE SAYS SHIT! ON HER BLOG! IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!" Yes Mom, some people don't think fuck, shit, and damn are that big of a deal. See?