The Dutch Files

IF Payday really happens today The Mom is willing to lend me the money…

And I don’t slip or fall or whatever else gets in the way…

I will be spending my day in the local spa with The Mom…

And Hell YES, I booked a massage for me and The Mom!

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I am not a huge John Mayer fan… Well, I didn’t use to be. But I might have to revise my opinion on the man…

One of the pharmaceutical reps I have know for years and years and years (that’s what you get from having become “part of the furniture” at your place of business after 17 years), presented me with a dvd as an early birthday present the other day.

Where The Light Is – John Mayer Live in Los Angeles

I must say that Rep Guy has gotten to know me pretty well over the past years, apparently, as contrary to what I expected I LOOOOVEEE the dvd! All of it! So though I am not a big fan of John Mayer CD style still, I must say that John Mayer Live style is growing on me and growing fast! My current favorite is “Gravity” (esp the guitar solo starting about 5½ minutes into the video)

And the worst thing about it all? The man was JUST here in Dutchyland a few weeks ago, playing some live concerts… Damn!

Something completely different: Did he forget to bring his ass to his own concert? As it seems to have fallen out of his pants…

Me and (what is left of) my lungs will be coughing through the office day after which we are of to the bowling for the belated birthday party of The Kid with his classmates… Wish me luck… The Ex is joining us as well…

Yeah, so since pretty much Lady Penelope dropped us off at the airport on Sunday, The Kid has fairly continuously been singing “We Will Rock You”… Like, all the fucking time…

Don’t get me wrong. I am fine with the repertoire of Freddie and his buddies. I like Queen. His choice of a song could’ve been much much worse. I realize that.

Then again… he only pretty much knows the first 2 lines of the chorus… So it’s been pretty much those 2 lines… over and over and over and over and over and over again… for hours… oh, and the drum / clapping routine at the start of the song… he does those too… D-D-Dzzzz D-D-Dzzzz… accompanied by fierce drum arm movements and matching expression on his face… I’ll have to give him that… for hours and hours and hours… over and over and over again…

So I figured, for today… What the hell… I’ll just embrace it, right? You know, before I smack the hell out of The Kid for driving me nuts… Screw the fact that smacking your kid is illegal in Dutchyland… I grew his ass in mah belleh, surely that gives me the right to smack it if he annoys the crap out of me, right?

Just because it’s weekend… and because I love this oldie but goody!