Moment when you know you've lost it:
T and I come back from the gym, and when I was working out with my personal trainer, they were playing Amy Winehouse's "Rehab," so the song was in my mind. I kept singing "try to make me go to rehab, and I said, no, no, no..." Then I decided to change it to "try to make me go to rehab and I said f*#k you mother-effers! T looks at me and goes, what? To which I start laughing hysterically because, well, I crack myself up. So I kept singing it. Over and over again.
I think at some point he just ignored me or was staring at me thinking I lost my freaking mind as I would sing a verse and start laughing hysterically. I managed to calm myself down and start heating up dinner (leftovers...go us!)
I calm myself down, but then I decided to explain myself. So I turn to T and go "so this thing with Amy Winehouse..." He starts laughing, but I go on, "you know, if someone was trying to make me go to rehab, I wouldn't just say "hey...no, no, no..." I'd actually fight back, you know?"
"I mean, I'd at least be more like Lindsay Lohan and fight it. If I were a true crack whore, I wouldn't take that 'advice' so lightly."
I then started going on variations on the song with other expletives that I would say if someone tried to make me go to rehab.
Later that night, I entertained T with my rendition of "Hold on" by Wilson Phillips.
I think I need a break or something. Nain's officially cracked. TGIF!
T and I come back from the gym, and when I was working out with my personal trainer, they were playing Amy Winehouse's "Rehab," so the song was in my mind. I kept singing "try to make me go to rehab, and I said, no, no, no..." Then I decided to change it to "try to make me go to rehab and I said f*#k you mother-effers! T looks at me and goes, what? To which I start laughing hysterically because, well, I crack myself up. So I kept singing it. Over and over again.
I think at some point he just ignored me or was staring at me thinking I lost my freaking mind as I would sing a verse and start laughing hysterically. I managed to calm myself down and start heating up dinner (leftovers...go us!)
I calm myself down, but then I decided to explain myself. So I turn to T and go "so this thing with Amy Winehouse..." He starts laughing, but I go on, "you know, if someone was trying to make me go to rehab, I wouldn't just say "hey...no, no, no..." I'd actually fight back, you know?"
"I mean, I'd at least be more like Lindsay Lohan and fight it. If I were a true crack whore, I wouldn't take that 'advice' so lightly."
I then started going on variations on the song with other expletives that I would say if someone tried to make me go to rehab.
Later that night, I entertained T with my rendition of "Hold on" by Wilson Phillips.
I think I need a break or something. Nain's officially cracked. TGIF!
Something tells me Amy's real life version of the song was more like your version... ;-)
ReplyDeleteAnd "Hold On"? Whoa, taking me back here. Now I need to listen to it right now. This is why I love YouTube.
What other songs have you, uh, rewritten? ;-)
LOL! Hubby and I, when we want to drive each other insane, we try and put songs in each other's heads.....like ones that won't go away for like a month.
ReplyDeleteIt's painful!
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Amy Winehouse scares me.... she a little too gangsta for me lmfao
ReplyDeleteI had that song going through my head last week and thought "I bet she said more than a quiet 'no, no no." I'm sure there were expletives." I have to admit I wish she'd get her life together, she has such a unique voice and talent.
ReplyDeleteNow as to going crazy, I think it is wonderful that you crack yourself up! I do too! LOL.
Haha, you crack me up!
ReplyDeleteBAHAHA!
ReplyDeleteYou're hilarious!!!
I think you need to go to rehab... ;)