who thinks the only time anyone should break into song in front of others is if you’re lifting the spirits of your bickering rock band a la Almost Famous.
I’m the kind of guy who thinks that raising children, taking care of the home, and being involved in everyone’s extracurricular activites shared duty of husband and wife.
I’m the kind of guy who uses his last $10 to buy a used CD, a pack of #2 pencils, and a notebook.
I’m the kind of guy who thinks the world is falling down on him if he forgets to kiss his wife goodbye in the morning.
I’m the kind of guy who can remember every lyric of an album made 40 years ago, like T. Rex’s Electric Warrior, bit I can’t recall my kids’ names or what I had for lunch.
I’m the kind of guy who starts writing three difefrent types of blog posts, then sees his music freak buddy Dawn drop this one: http://tinyurl.com/cm4odnl and had to jump to something else. ADD much?
I’m the type of guy who’d rather engage in interesting conversation to get to know you.
So, what kind of guy/girl are you?
Usually I title the post after a song but it’s Friday’ Millicent/Vivian and Pauley, my fictional series I co-write with Tara will be posted tomorrow morning, and I missed 2 different prompt deadlines, so let’s have some fun.
Here’s the full version of what Stillwater, the fake band in Almost Famous, was singing. My 9-year-old laughed at me this morning when I sang it at the top of my lungs in the car on the way to her school. Join me.