Tonight, on our nightly walk, we passed by a house party with a really good cover band playing in the backyard. Ms. A, my formerly butt-rockin' wife, sings along with a song being played as we pass by:
Ms. A: "Mental wounds still screeeea-ming...! Driving me insaaane...! I'm going off the rails on a gravy traiii-n!!!"Brian: (Alarmed pause)Brian: "Did... did you just... um, hmm... You know it's 'crazy train', right?"Ms. A: "Yeah... of course, I... I... my brain and my mouth just didn't connect."