Confession Friday: I love Carly Rae Jepson’s, Call Me Maybe.
But even more so, I love parodies of Carly Rae Jepson’s Call Me Maybe.
So I’m totally a teeny bopper at heart. I love their music. Secretly. Sort of. This summer, Brian, who rarely spends a lot of time in a vehicle with me–you know other than weekends traipsing for hours around the vast Chicago suburbs…(Seriously–it takes an hour for us to get to his mom’s house)–put a limit on the number of times we could listen to Carly Rae in a 24-hour sleep cycle.
That number was:
Just once. I had to be cautious as to whether I wanted to jam out on the way to someplace or after someplace. And if we were out somewhere and heard it, then I wouldn’t be able to play it on the way home! Oh, the sadness!
Anyways, I’ve got McDonald’s Monopoly to win, new books to read, and, I mean come on, guys, I did just start a new job!
Also, because I love you, here is my bonus confession Friday: I can’t cook without making a HUGE mess. On myself. Note the ridiculous amount of butter covering my shirt. But I DID manage to recreate the Brussels sprouts from my foodgasm dinner.