It's a project day! Matt is gone for the day so I have a. a batch of tomatoes drying in the oven, b. two coats of paint on the laundry room (pleasant medium greeny-brown, drying a little dark but looking nice), and c. strange jazz on the stereo.
Then I suddenly realize, Matt is gone, and I am the only one home.
So now I'm blasting ABBA.
Like I said, full of win. Maybe it's that little bit of Swedish heritage, when I was a kid I loved Ace of Base, and now I have grown up a bit I have found the real deal. I am a total music snob about so many genres, but there is a big blind spot right deep in my soul, and it is shaped like ABBA.