You finally attend to your daily ablutions (first clue is you use "ablutions")(second is your shower is stocked with face scrub, soap, shaving cream, shampoo and conditioner from Aveda and Lush)(*but I digress) and you're serenaded by the following mix, courtesy of your new iPod, Cosimo de Medici:
- Today The Sun's On Us - Sophie Ellis-Bextor
- Eva's Final Broadcast - Madonna, Antonio Banderas (Evita Soundtrack)
OK, that would have been enough, right? Next up:
- Crimson and Clover - Dolly Parton
Stick me with a fork. Shaped like a cock.
I'm having an intensely lazy Sunday, and though I know I should revel in it, I'm all with the self-loathing. Dolly helps. She always helps. I'm also finding solace in the realization that my new iPod, Cosimo de Medici (given name: Roger), knows me as well as Lucretia used to. FYI: Lucretia has been recycled. She's now doling out investment podcasts and classic country music to my Dad. I should have left at least a few showtunes on her, the poor dear. She'll adjust.
*Hurry back, doll.