Clean Music

I accidentally washed my MP3 player the other day. Normally, I'm good about checking our pockets, but the prospect of doing seven loads of laundry in one afternoon seem to overwhelm me, leading to this inexcusable mistake.

I was already having one of those days so this was just the type of incident that could have sent me over the edge.

My husband, sensing my emotional teetering, immediately jumped into action becoming an MP3 EMT of sorts.

He shook it, blew on it a few times and then...tossed it into the oven.

It worked.

I'm not sure if any of these methods were ever employed during product testing, but now, because of my stupidity and my husband's MacGyver-like instincts, the world now knows it is possible to run an MP3 player through a wash cycle and then bake it at a low-temp until crispy on the outside and moist on the inside.

It rained during my walk today, but I wasn't worried about my little MP3 friend. After what it had been through, this was a walk in the park-- actually, it was quite literally a walk in the park.

I workout to a pretty eclectic mix of music. Today I listened to Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, James Brown, Dwight Yoakam (singing Buck Owens), Henry Mancini, Thelonious Monk, Junior Brown, G Love & Special Sauce and OMC (not to be confused with OMD.)

I had to start listening to music while I walk because every time I'd pass the spot at the lake where the family of muskrats live, I would get the song "Muskrat Love" stuck in my head-- The Captain and Tennille version, not the America version.

Here's New Zealand one-hit wonders OMC's "How Bizarre." Hearing this song makes me want to become a backup singer.