Sure Flo, Sure Flo...

Sure Flo, Sure Flo...
I really can't write anything of substance, because this weekend, Erik and I watched A Mighty Wind over and over again (I love you, Netflix!) and basically memorized all the songs. I can't get the "buttocks drape and penis clamp" line out of my head, and it's not something one would usually hum around the office. Therefore, it's stuck, and polluting every single other thought trying to materialize in the vast depths of my usually-unplagued-by-catheter-songs brain.

And God help the search hits now that I've written words like "buttocks drape and penis clamp." Twice.