An oldie but a goodie

This morning I decided to tackle the pile of shirts waiting patiently on the ironing board to be ironed. To help put me in the mood, I was rocking to the oldies station (Yes, I am my mother's daughter!) on my alarm clock radio (the kind that comes complete with a tape player - very modern, I know). The song Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield came on and I commented how it was a great song. My shadow, Erickson, was quick to reply with "well if you like it so much are you going to marry it?" laughing at me.

I have to ask, Does that question ever get old amongst the younger set?

Back to the alarm clock/radio. I imagine that it holds the same fascination for Michael and Erick as the old 8 track player up at the cottage held for my sister and I when we were younger. Michael has taken his turn playing DJ with the radio stations while Erick has discovered all of the buttons. When we were cleaning out the garage this past weekend we found some tapes for the boys to play with to see what power the tape player holds. Today Erick popped a tape in and was using the fast forward and play buttons at the same time and was completely amused because it sounded like a bunch of mice squeaking. Squeak, squeak. I imagine it is time to get myself a new alarm clock and pass this one on to the boy's room as the time on the clock will never be correct again.