I wish that I had never heard the song “Horse It Into Ya Cynthia”. I want to forget that it ever existed. This shouldn’t be that hard to do – I never listen to the song and I’m not around people who sing it.
Earlier today I was cleaning out the bins in the kitchen. Normally I don’t clean them both at the same time but today both were empty. When I moved them I noticed that one had a blue label on the back. I wish I had never seen it as it wasn’t a label but rather a blue post-it note. This post-it note had the words “Horse it into ya Cynthia” written on it and the number 8.
Last year Marty and I invited a friend to come and stay with us for a couple of weeks. And how does he repay us? By sticking little post-it notes under the chairs, under the table, on the bookshelves, in kitchen cupboards, and who knows where else to remind me of one of the most dreadful songs ever written.
My day will come.