Yesterday while driving to the fertility clinic, the classical music I was listening to got on my nerves. So I punched some buttons to find something to psyche me up. I found some Blondie, and that suited. Upbeat, tough, determined. One way or another, I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha.
I thought, "If I believed in signs, I could persuade myself into thinking that was a good one." Then, as I pulled into my parking spot, the Eagles' "Take the Money and Run" came on. Dang, dang, dang! What if I DO believe in stupid signs?"
Several hours later I grabbed the dog for a quick walk. I thought of the songs again and decided I'd spin the iPod wheel to see if a random selection from my own mix would give me a BETTER sign to use for judging the day's events (and the rest of the IVF biz to come). It landed on Prince's "Cream." Better already. And he was clearly talking right to me with this:
Do your dance,
Why should U wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make U stronger
It totally works when you don't take the classically filthy chorus so literally.
LMAO. I thought the same thing the other day while driving. I can't remember the songs anymore, but each one fit our situation perfectly.
And when we were driving down for the transfer yesterday, we heard Brittney Spears "baby baby" and cracked up. I know, what were we doing listening to that? Couldn't find a good station...
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