Cannibalism at its cutest
Ringtones
Recently I called my mom and was greeted by Robert Plant, belting out the finale to “Stairway to Heaven.”
“What was that?” was all I could muster when she answered.
“It’s a band called Led Zeppelin,” she replied. “I like that rock type of music.”
“Mom, I know who Led Zeppelin is. But do you really think a hard rock callback ringtone for a woman in her 60s is professional? Or appropriate? Or legal?”
“You’re right,” she said resolutely. “I should change it.”
This week I called, and this time Steven Tyler answered with a screeching reminder to dream until my dreams come true.
Her defense: “It’s ‘70s music. I’m more entitled to it than you are.”
If callback ringtones are still around in 2033, I hereby relinquish my rights to Guns N’ Roses for the good of the next generation. And if Axl welcomes you to the jungle when you call, for the love of God, take out your bifocals and read this back to me.
Thanks, American Idol.
Today I was belting out “Me and Bobby McGee” like nobody’s business, when suddenly I heard the voices.
Randy: “Dawg, it wasn’t good.”
J-Lo (with tight smile): “I like your shoes…”
Steven: “Dude, did you just bang your head on the windshield?”
Singing in the car will never be the same again.
What’s your favorite unit of study?
Me: “Come kindergarten, I am turning into a drill sergeant. I will quiz the kids for hours at the table. Not one assignment will be handed in without passing my inspection. I will call every one of their teachers a month ahead and demand every unit they’re studying…”
Doug: “…And I’ll call every one of them and demand they study my unit.”
So much for instilling the utmost respect around here for higher education.