So, to preface, I’ve been fighting The Hudge all week.  What, you don’t know what The Hudge is?  It’s like….hold on, first you have to learn to say it right.  It’s pronounced “huuuuuuuuddddddddge” and it kind of sounds like you’re losing a lung while you say it.

Everyone, all together: The Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuddddddge.

OK, so fighting off The Hudge feels a lot like it sounds; you just feel kind of gross and disgusting at random times throughout the week.

Anyways, so we’re trying to clean the house when I get attacked by The Hudge.  I felt fine and then all of a sudden I was achey and blaaaaah and feeling, well, like The Hudge.

So Joey put on some music to cheer me up, and we were rockin’ out to Those Who People (I know they’re just called The Who, but I like to be different so I call them Those Who People) while I cleaned the bathroom and Joey tried to change the belt on our vacuum cleaner because a month ago he sort of burned it out when he vacuumed up the cord for the blinds and he just freaked out instead of turning off the vacuum cleaner.  Oh sorry, I probably wasn’t supposed to say that.

ANYWAY, Joey had Don’t Get Fooled Again on, which was fine I guess.  But it’s NOT as cool as Who Are You?, not anywhere near so cool.  So I sneaked into the study and tried to find Who Are You?, but I was unsuccessful.  So I hollered for Joey to come over and help me, since I knew we had it.

He was all, it’s not on my Awesomest playlist because I don’t listen to it all that often.  And I was shocked and appalled because, um, I REALLY LIKE THAT SONG OK?, and I told him so.  And he tells me that the reason he doesn’t listen to it very much is because they say A Bad Word in it.

I was like….psssssh, whatever they do not.

And he goes, yes, they so do, and I will prove it to you.

So within twenty seconds I was running back into the bathroom hollering WHOOOOOOOO ARE YOU, WHO WHO, WHO WHO? while I scrubbed the toilet within an inch of its life.  The song had about played out when I yelled to Joey that see?  No Bad Words in this song.

And he goes, wait for it….wait for it….BAM, there it was.

I didn’t hear nothing.

So I made him back it up.

Still nothing.

Then I turned up the volume and we backed it up again.

And that time?  That time I heard it.  So I wailed NOOOOOOO!!! and wilted and walked back to the bathroom to scrub out the toilet; NAY, my very brain.

Joey kind of smirked at me and leaned against the bathroom doorway and teased me about having my best old-timey song destroyed.  He’s right.  Now it’s destroyed.  I can never listen to it without noticing the Very Bad Word again.

LAME.  I hate it when he’s right like that.