I love the passing of time

I’ve had this song in my head since yesterday morning:

Deadbeat Club - B52’s
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute,
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin’
We would talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club

Anyway we can,
We’re gonna find something
We’ll dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain

We’re the deadbeat club
We’re the deadbeat club

Going down to Allen’s for
A twenty-five cent beer
And the jukebox playing real loud,
“Ninety-six tears”
We’re wild girls walkin’ down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Let’s go crash that party down
In Normaltown tonight
Then we’ll go skinny-dippin’
In the moonlight
We’re wild girls walkin’ down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Anyway we can
We’re gonna find something
We’ll dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain

Chorus

Oh no! Here they come
The members of the deadbeat club

Have been listening to it on Rhapsody and singing it to the kids… It really reminds me of those wild, fun, carefree days, way back when (which, I’m sure weren’t as wild, fun or carefree as I remember them being )

Was singing it to Annie last night, before bed, when we were in the bathroom & I was putting a bandaid on her owie thumb.

Me: Are you a wild girl?
Annie: No
Me: Do you think you’ll be a wild girl when you’re a teenager
Annie thought for a second then said, “Maybe. Who knows?”

I hope she has fun, anyway. Nice safe polite kind but wild fun.