My mom and Donny. . .

Today was one of those special days when I had the thought, I really want to curl up and disappear into complete and utter oblivion for at least a week. However, I had no luck in finding anyone who would knock me out and just put an end to the crappy day, but I did have a few dear people who thought of more constructive means of ending my bad mood. I guess that their solution of just making me happy seemed like the more humane way to remove the dark cloud over my head.

The first solution offered was by my dear roommate, who simply said, "Lets watch Chuck." Just the THOUGHT of watching an episode of Chuck brought a smile to my face. She still needed to finish her workout, so I played the piano and sang for a bit, which also is a sure-fire way to make me happy. (Have I mentioned that if I could marry an inanimate object, I would marry a piano in a heartbeat? That's how deep my devotion to the piano runs, and how much joy I find in spending a few minutes with those wonderful 88 keys. . .)

So, after watching an episode of Chuck (which happened to be the episode with the best kissing scene EVER), I got a phone call which was the final nail in the coffin of my bad mood. It was from my dad, who had an adorable request: he wanted me to call in to "Dancing with the Stars" to vote for Donny Osmond for my mom. Now, the phone call was pretty straightforward, but it was the tone of my dad's voice that made me giggle. Dad's tone said the following:

"Your mother still has a school girl crush on Donny Osmond. Yes, isn't it adorable? I'm basically calling just to keep her happy and because I derive great amusement in seeing her act like a teenager again. You'll help feed my wife's silly mood? Thanks, your a good daughter. You now have leave to mock your mother through your tone, too."

Yes, my mom acted like a school girl who wanted to make sure her crush made it another week into the competition. Ah, the joys of youth. . .