Listen to Jesus, Jimmy- Just Say No to the Marijuana

Last night I decided that the rainy 15 mile drive to Purly Girls didn't sound that great and a night at home in front of the fire would be much better. I got home and while hubby is making dinner (yes, he cooks), I played the Playboy Mansion game on Xbox. Is there a role-reversal here?

After dinner, while the boys were at cub scouts, I went online looking for the Reefer Madness Soundtrack. Well- 2 hours later- it is nowhere to be found. It does not even exist. By this time the boys are home and my dream of a night in front of the fire knitting is shot. All because, "Listen to Jesus, Jimmy" has been stuck in my head all day. At 9:30, I bring out the stash-busting blanket/throw thing I started and work on that for a bit. Maybe tonight, I won't obsess over finding the songs and actully get a Christmas stocking finished.