It's like having Tourette's

There's an advertisement on television over here for a K-Tel relaxation-type album called "Tranquility." A woman's voice, attempting to sound relaxing, talks about the album while the muzak, rife with pan flutes, plays in the background.

The woman's voice alternates sentences like, "You cannot buy Tranquility in any store...." with a listing of the songs on the album.

Towards the end of the advertisement, she lists a few of the songs.

"Candle in the Wind...Chariots of Fire...and Albatross."

AL-ba-TROSS!

I can't help it. I HAVE to shout "albatross" every time. Even if I'm all by myself.

Another episode in "My boyfriend, the hopeless romantic."

I could have sworn I wrote about this here before, but looking back, I don't see anything. So I must write this again, because this is one of my favorite stories about Mike.

It was last Christmas, and Mike and I were getting ready for bed. He was lying down, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off my socks. Mike kept reaching over and flicking my pants.

"Hey!" I said, "Those are mine! If I wrote a book, I'd call it 'Mein Pants.'"

Mike responded, "Yeah, but you haven't, have you? Say what you will about Hitler, at least he was published."