Thank God for Boy Bands

Sometimes, I sit down in front of the computer with no idea what I'm going to post about that day.  Today, wasn't one of those days.  I've had a ton of ideas kicking around all day.  Here are some of them:

• Is it ever really OK to use the powder room in your own house or is it just there for show?  In case you're wondering, the answer is a clear and resounding "No."  Unless, that is, you're me.  I get a pass.
• Did they build the Intercounty Connector to relieve traffic on the Beltway or is its real purpose to serve as a speed trap for the State Police?  Almost every time I've been on that road since it opened, I've seen a cop with someone pulled over.  That includes today.  So, I've determined that the answer to this question is "Yes."
• Will the defeat of Sarkozy in France's election yesterday mean more turmoil for the global markets?  Seriously, I had that discussion in my head today.  One very certain outcome of the election is that I'm sure it made all of my "Huelga!  Huelga!  Huelga general!" friends in Madrid very happy.
• Will it be a good idea or a bad idea to complain that our new family room couch isn't nearly as comfortable as our old one when it comes to lying on the floor and propping my head up against it to watch TV?  I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that one.

In any event, I had no shortage of topics on my mind tonight.  But, one rose to the top.  Here it is: I've got a soft spot in my heart for boy bands.  There.  I admit it.

It started with Hanson's "MMMbop" back in 1997.  Classic.  Then, it continued the very next year with The Backstreet Boys "I Want it That Way" (which is on my iPod and gets its fair share of plays, thank you very much).  It's been a long 14 years since then.  Now, I've finally got another sugary sweet nugget stuck in my head.  Thank you, One Direction.

"What Makes You Beautiful" has been on repeat in my head all day.  There's no stopping it.  It's almost perfect.  Let's see.  First, there's the familiar riff from the Grease classic "Summer Lovin" that kicks off the song.  Then, there's the oh, so clever way they turn the word "door" into "doh-oh-or" (which is topped only by the way they then turn "enough" into "enu-u-uf" just two lines later).  Finally, there's that chorus.  Yes, it's derivative of any upbeat Backstreet Boys chorus.  But, does that make it bad?  Of course not. By the way, I haven't even mentioned the  awesome "Nah-na-na-nah-na-na-nah-na-na-na" part yet.

Anyway, I'm in love.  There's only one thing that can save me from myself: "Call Me Maybe."