Please don't go giiiiiirrrllllll...it would ruin my heararararrrrttttt...
Turning the key to the Happy Honda this morning I had to do a double check to make sure I wasn't decked out in OshKosh B'Gosh overalls with matching mullet and Barbie plastic lunchbox-- complete with a thermos.
How cool was a thermos for a five-year-old?
By far one of the coolest items ever to grace an Easter basket of Amy Guckeen was the year I found a New Kids on the Block cassette amidst the Cadbury eggs and licorice jelly beans. When it came to childhood crushes, the five New Kids were like nothing I had ever experienced before. The 15 year or so difference made no difference to me. I was in love. As I informed each of them every night, their faces displayed so beautifully on my pillowcase.
And then I discovered my beloved Jordan had a rat tail. And it ruined my love for boy bands completely.
Except for The Beatles. They didn't mess around with the rat tail business.
Then again, they were in a grade much higher than that of today's boy bands.
In my short-lived life of riding on the bus in middle school, I used to believe strongly that whatever song was on the radio during my literally 2 minute ride would dictate how the rest of the day would go. Good songs = good days. Bad songs = might as well hide in my locker if I could get my hips to cooperate in finding the correct angle.
And then the morning of our school shooting I heard "Love Shack" and that kind of blew my whole theory. I love "Love Shack."
Listening to an old New Kid favorite on my drive in to work, I couldn't help but wonder if the superstitions of 7th grade Amy had returned.
It's Friday. The leaves are beautiful. Sure I miss my man friend but I sure love not having to share the Wii Fit. The weekend is ahead of me. Sleep is on the horizon. Curling up with a good book and lighting some Yankee Candles is on the agenda for tonight. And I feel fabulous.
It's going to be a beautiful day. Thank you New Kids.
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