Andrew asked me why there were little girls screaming in the background when I called to tell him we got Guitar Hero for Christmas.
I should have said it was because since we got Guitar Hero, my fans won't leave me alone.
But I didn't think of it fast enough. I have trouble thinking at all surrounded by piercing war whoops and powerful tiny fisticuffs. I hate it when I'm in the YMCA locker room at the same time as the junior high girls' swim team.
"Courtney give it BACK!"
"I mean it Courtney. GIVE it BACK!"
My survival response is to crank up the iPod and try to avoid the swarming.