Thanks to jcarkeys, that infernal “Sexyback” song has been going through my head for the last three days.  The only respite I’ve had was the couple hours yesterday when I couldn’t stop singing “You work hard/You need Riiiiight Guard.”  (Why?  I don’t know.  I work hard.  I sing hard.)

Why must I have these stupid, stupid songs on my mind at Christmastime?  Why can’t I have Christmas songs running through my head?  I like Christmas songs.  (Except for that “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”–that was funny once upon a time, but then I turned twelve.)  Actually, I was on iTunes last night trying to find some Christmas music.  I was looking for a decent version of “O Holy Night,” but didn’t have much luck.  Approximately five million people have recorded that song, but the best one I could find was Josh Groban’s, and that’s saying something, I think.  What it says, I will leave to your own imaginations.

On the other hand, I did find B.B. King’s version of “Back Door Santa.”  Righteous!  But I didn’t download it for one simple reason.  I once had a friend who owned a scrapbooking store called Back Door Friends, and my husband always said it sounded more like a gay bar than a scrapbooking store.  I don’t want to know what he’d make of “Back Door Santa”–that’s right, SD, save it–and he’s still giving me a hard time about that Maroon 5 song I bought in a fit of melancholy two years ago.  I don’t want to paying the price of Downloaded Christmas Songs Past in my golden years.

Anyway, I have some last-minute Christmas shopping to do.

Take it to the bridge.

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