poured out before bed
Alright. I’ll admit it.
I have a horrible crush on Gotye.
I love my husband more than most anything in the world. But if Gotye showed up on the stoop with that fabulous flowing hair and those adorable little crooked lips…I’d almost certainly agree to spend an evening with him. Out on the town, mind you – get your minds out of the darkness, you – just dinner, coffee, perhaps a show. I imagine he’s a fascinating person. Or at least a nice one. At least I hope so. And I hope you’ll enjoy this song just as much as I do.
On a separate note, I also hope you’ll forgive my absence from these parts for the next week and a half – radiology exams are a comin’ and I need no excuse for staring at anything other than medical imaging texts. Think kind thoughts of and for your resident whiner…