So, we’re all showered after working hard in the yard all day. We’re all crashed out in the family room. Sherlock’s eyes are closed. RTY is reading a magazine. I’m playing that stupid game Amanda and Ingrid got me hooked on in Facebook. iTunes is playing via the Apple TV. It’s pretty loud.

All of a sudden, RTY and I are both paying attention to the music. It’s Disturbed’s Get Down With the Sickness. But it’s not the edited for radio version, as it’s off the CD we bought once upon a time.

why do you have to hit me like that, mommy? You stupid sadistic abusive phuqing whore

And I look over at RTY to see if she’s paying attention. She looks back at me.

Never stick your hand in my face again. PHUQ YOU!

She smirks.

“It’s a very angry song,” I say, deeply embarrassed that I wasn’t paying more attention, as I know that’s an inappropriate song and would have skipped over it.

“I guess so,” she laughs. “It sounds like my mother.”

Well. There it is.

I’m usually paying more attention as we have lots of not-RTY-appropriate music. But, we’re all zoning out from exhaustion. It’s just super hard to ignore someone screaming obscenities about how much he hates his mother. On Mother’s Day Eve!

The song ends. One Headlight by The Wallflowers starts. How’s that for contrast?

(I was aware of the profanity on the way, but it would have really drawn her attention to it if I had frantically rushed to find the remote to skip the song… and I would not have skipped it in time, making the profanity that much more profane, IMO.)

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