Yesterday morning, I-dog and I played Ace of Base as a little wake-up with our coffee. And loved every frickin' minute of it.
T-Bone came in a little while later, hunted through the ginormous pile of cds on the countertop and said sheepishly, "Does anybody mind if I put on Ace of Base?"
I-Dog and I looked at each other like a couple of crackwhores offered a special deal. "No. Go ahead." never revealing our sad addiction. Ace of Base is the monkey on our backs.
Today The Bassoonist, my newest baker from Titep Ruof, confessed that Ace of Base was the first cd she ever bought.
And then we danced.