That Will be $2, Please

Sometimes I get the sense that living with me can be pretty annoying.  In fact, right now I'm on restriction.  Kim is charging me $2 each time I say "Easy come, easy go."  That's the opening line to "Grenade" by Bruno Mars.  For the past 24 hours, I haven't been able to get it out of my head.

It started last night as Jay and I drove home from Ash Wednesday service.  We had stopped at Royal Farms to spend $8 on dessert treats.  I hate having too many one dollar bills in my money clip (it gets too bulky) and I wanted to get rid of all of them.  After buying TastyKakes, a cinnamon roll, and a box of Entenmann chocolate chip cookies, the problem was solved.  We got back in the car to drive home and "Grenade" came on the radio.  Immediately, "Easy come, easy go" was stuck in my head.

The beauty of that phrase is that you can use it constantly.  After Jay and I got home, we sat down in front of the TV with the rest of the family.  For an hour, we switched between American Idol and college basketball.  I sang "Easy come, easy go" constantly.  I sang it:

• Anytime there was a turnover
• After every lead change
• On player substitutions
• When we switched channels
• When the TastyKakes were gone
• As my go to critique for any American Idol performance that I thought should get the contestant eliminated
• When we switched back to the game
• When the game ended and Robert Morris (which was our favorite team for 15 minutes) got eliminated
• When Jay went to bed
• When American Idol ended
• When everyone else went to bed.

That's not too annoying, is it?

Anyway, I'm trying to be good and stop saying "Easy come, easy go."  I need to save up for another Royal Farms run.