The husband and I were coming back home after getting dinner tonight when “I Heard it Through the Grapevine” came on the radio.
“Oh, this was playing on the radio at work the other day,” I said. “It made me think of the California Raisins.”
“You are aware,” the husband said, “that the California Raisins didn’t write this song, right?”
“Of course,” I told him. “Raisins don’t write songs, they just sing them.”
The husband informed me yesterday that I’m not allowed to talk about him on my blog. So of course I’m going to anyway. (He doesn’t read my blog.)