Sometimes You Need Some Boston

I was trying to change the sheets on Jane's bed. My too long, but too short to be tucked behind my ears, bangs, were driving me crazy. I left to go get a bobby pin. The bending over position I was in was giving me a back ache. Sweet and Creamy was rolling around on the floor generally in the way and generally, repeatedly activating a song on his toy. By the by,the toy's batteries had one foot in the grave and the "song" sounded like a distant ice cream truck with reverb. Oh, and the room was stuffy and hot.

I thought back to earlier in the day when I was in my car listening to some Boston, imagining the "Scrubs" air band. "Happy thought indeed."