CD player, car: I tried introducing the grandlads to some Kenny Loggins music, the Keep the Fire disc. The booklet didn't have lyrics included. Alex decided it was boring. (He's also decided he doesn't like the second disc of the Elton John Hits set we gave him for Christmas, because he doesn't understand what's being sung. Rough translation, if he doesn't have the lyric sheet to follow, it isn't good music. I purposely put on the second disc, and played "Circle of Life," asking the lads if they'd heard the song before. Alex said he hadn't. William recognized the song as being from The Lion King, and got all wide-eyed when he realized that Elton had written the songs for the film. I think Willliam is smarter than Alex, in spite of what Mommy says.)
Home CD player: Elton John's Peachtree Road.
DVD player: Bill Engvall: "Here's Your Sign" Live. I saw most of this on the Comedy Channel earlier this week, on the kitchen TV, while der Brucer was busy watching one of his happy shows. He was thrown by my laughing so loudly that he could hear me way in the living room; I usually don't get that loud. Engvall was part of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour; this DVD is a solo act, part of a boxed set of solo DVDs with the other tourists. So, since there wasn't anything worth watching on "live" TV last night (what, no happy shows, even in re-runs?), der B agreed to let me put it on, not entirely sure of how much he'd like it. After going on twenty-one years together, our tastes still are not identical. Before he realized it, he was having trouble breathing, he was laughing so hard. Good thing I'm not an "I told you so" kind of guy.