I’m a big Joan Jett fan.� Actually, I’m a big fan of 70s rock music in general.� To quote The Mister, “For someone who’s never smoked pot, you sure do like loadie music.”� But, that’s neither here nor there.� Today I was enjoying this video (several times) on You Tube while researching high school reunions (I’m planning my 20th in 2010). I haven’t heard this song in probably 20 years. I enjoyed it so much, I tried to think of a way to make a post out of it. I came up empty.� Fate had other plans.
Fun, right? I was back in the 80s before the first “oh yeah.” (As an aside–who knew Joan Jett had such a figure? Wowza.) Anyway, after that quick walk down memory lane I started on dinner. Then I called The Mister and told him to pick up diapers. It was all very glamorous, and I felt just like Joan Jett in that bikini while I did it.
Two hours later, The Mister came home. Said hello, and dropped the diapers on the kitchen floor. Chatted up the boys. Laughed when I told him I was planning my 20th reunion. Then he told me he was going to go change out of his work clothes.
Down the hall he went, and out of nowhere started humming “Do You Wanna Touch Me” by Joan Jett. The same song I watched on You Tube two hours previously. When I asked him why he was singing that song, a song I heard 2 hours prior for the first time in decades, he just shrugged his shoulders and said he had no idea.
For my next trick, I will make 50 pounds disappear from each thigh.