Truth is: There was a picture of this older guy on the back of some magazine and I thought it was Larry Hagman (J.R. Ewing)…but it wasn’t…because I was looking at it upside down. Turned the right way, he clearly wasn’t J.R. So, upside down he’s J.R.; right-side-up, not so much. I’m so interesting right now, huh?
Truth is: I heard the Mariah Carey hit, All I Want For Christmas Is You on the radio…but it wasn’t the same...there was another voice joining her on the track…
My first thought was that the DJ had accidentally started another track over hers, but that couldn’t be since they were singing the same lyrics. No, it was clearly a duet. I had no idea who it was, but my reaction went something like this: “STOP!!! MY EARS! MY EARS!”
After the song ended, I uncovered my ears, and the DJ solved the mystery: “That’s the new Christmas single by Justin Bieber with Mariah Carey…”
Look, I’m sure he’s a great kid, but…well…it was just wrong. I think it didn’t work because Mariah’s voice is just so much bigger than his. Reckon I just like the original. She's a legend--it's her song.
Truth is: Dad was in a cranky mood the other night. Unfortunately, it was the only time I could talk about Mom’s Christmas present with him without her trying to eavesdrop.
Cranky-pants + Christmas presents = borderline Donald Duck moment (his favorite Disney character).
So, he kept trying to change the subject, which I let him do a time or two before tactfully bringing the topic back around to Christmas. By tactfully, I mean I said something very blunt like, “Okay, back to Christmas,” in a much too happy voice. After about the third time, I finally got the semi-Donald Duck moment.
Dad, red face and cranky: “I’m trying to talk about historical things here and you just want to talk about Christmas and it’s not even Thanksgiving.”
Admittedly, I was a little bouncy. It’s the Christmas vibe. I tend to get a little merry.
Me, my mind a complete blank as to how to un-cranky him: “Don’t snap at me! I’m being adorable here!”
Dad turned to look at me and his cranky, frown-y face broke into a huge grin.
Me, slightly embarrassed: “Well, maybe it’s more like adorkable.”
Dad, laughing: “No, it’s adorable.”
We talked about Mom’s Christmas present and he was a total teddy bear the whole time.
Truth is: Pretty sure it’s more like adorkable. :/