Robby shouted at me from the bathroom this morning, “You know what stupid song I have in my head?”

Now, when someone asks you this question I would like to think the answer would be, no and don’t tell me. Because really, who believes that once you tell someone it goes away? No, it just spreads the pain.

So, of course I say, “No, what song?”

“Oh, Culina you’re so fine you blow my mind. Culina! Culina!”

Yes, this is the song that I was yelling through the house as I embarked on my first Culina adventure. Little did I know then that it would bite me in the ass now. Incidently, this entire Banff/enough yarn thing has just about killed me. I’m hoping to record the evidence this weekend and will post about it soon.

As a non-related bookend to that, I find this Dear Prudie exchange to be absolutely hilarious. Playboy a gateway drug, pallleeeze.