This weekend, the Harris herd took a mini roadtrip to see my mommy. I make mix CDs for all roadtrips, because it's the only way to keep the troops in line. Each of us gets a few songs--the twins get Barbie and princesses, the Batson gets Billy Idol and Bon Jovi, I get songs that I like, and inevitably Slayer gets songs with cuss words in them. I don't mean to pick songs with the f-bomb in it--it just HAPPENS.
So we get into the car, and we're listening to the CD, and the kids are singing, and he says, "You didn't put any boy bands on this CD, did you?"
"No," says me.
"New Kids on the Block?"
"NO!!!!! Why would I do that?"
And he looked at me and said, "Because you're Carrie."
How do you argue with that?! I couldn't. But I think that statement is going to backfire on him eventually, because he's going to ask me to justify something at some point, and you all know what I'm going to say.
In other news, Princess Sparkles the Third (my ARC) started tweeting while I was gone. I'm highly impressed by this considering that I took her on the road trip with me. You know what this means, right? Princess Sparkles CAN TWEET WITH THE POWER OF HER MIND.
You should follow her. And if you're behind this brilliance, I must know who you are so I can admire you properly.