TGIF, Bookworms!
Because I trust you not to judge me, I thought I’d share a nonsense tidbit from my week. I was on my way to the gym (I exercise purely because punching air makes me feel like a badass when in real life I’d never punch or kick anything) when a song came on the radio. I’m no good with music released beyond 2005 (and 2001-2005 are pretty shaky for me. 90s alterna-pop and grunge is my musical wheelhouse) so I have no idea who was singing this song, but is was something broody and Cure-ish. In any case, the lyrics were being sung very slowly and went “If God had a master plan…” Except they sort of paused on the “mmmm” of “master plan” and for some reason every fiber of my being was expecting the lyric to be “If God had a mustache…” Because that’s a completely reasonable leap for my brain to make, right?
What about you, Bookworms? Any weird assumptions or brain bubbles pop up for you lately? Freudian slips? I want to hear about them!
Heather @ Capricious Reader
Oh my darling Mildred. If only you could live in my head for a day….
That was Depeche Mode my dear. Your 90s lovin’ heart should have clicked with it. :{P
Words For Worms
Oh Ethel, Depeche Mode is my trivial nemesis. I always forget they are a thing. Or, I’ll remember they exist, but then I’m like “nah, it’s that other band I was thinking of as a possibility.” I have never once gotten a Depeche Mode trivia question correct. Not once.
Words For Worms
Also, I love your mustachioed smiley there. Well played.
ThatAshGirl
Because the 90s is also my musical wheelhouse I’m totally singing Joan Osborne, One of Us.
Words For Worms
#Earworm. Thanks, Ash.
ThatAshGirl
You started it!
Megan M.
I saw the title and thought we would be talking about our own facial hair. Ahem. If God had a mustache then She would probably wax it. Herself. With Nad’s Facial Wax strips. Because we’re made in Her image, or something.
Words For Worms
Oh, I have a pact with my stylist. She’s to look at my upper lip carefully when she waxes my brows and let me know if any of the peach fuzz starts looking fuzzier than usual. Frankly, I’m surprised it’s been so well behaved considering my eyebrows turn sinister and muppety between waxings.
Jenny @ Reading the End
I said “what’s for divorce?” instead of “what’s for dessert?” the other day, for no apparent reason (we weren’t talking about divorce, nobody I know is recently divorced, it was totally random), and I’ve also in the last month lost the ability to produce the word “avocado” without thinking really hard about it. I keep saying “guacamole” instead. It is embarrassing.
Words For Worms
Ha! Probably because guacamole is the most noble incarnation of avocado. All avocados aspire to become guac.