Yeah, so I kind of sort of borrowed my husbands ipod yesterday (What he doesn’t know won’t kill him) and that song (read the title above) is what I listened to while running (okay, so I was really jogging, slowly jogging) on the treadmill – Rapper’s Delight/Delite?? Okay, I know what you’re thinking, Say What? Yes, it’s true, I was getting down with M. A. S. T. E. R. G with a double E. Now, ummm…can someone please tell me WHO IS THIS GUY? I’m talking about my husband, not Master Gee. Seriously. Just when you think you know someone you (unbeknownst to him) borrow their ipod, since yours is dead – again, and BAM! Some crazy ass music starts up, and it’s some really really good crazy ass music. Next thing I know I’m jogging faster, and I’m going longer, and I’m having fun, fun running? Yes, fun running. And I’ve got this big stupid happy smile on my face. And what do you know, lo and behold, the pain in my knee is gone. It’s a miracle! I freakin love old school rap, and I had no idea! Seriously, music is amazing. It transforms us, at least it does me, and takes us to another place. It makes the mundane exciting once again. You see, what I’d expected to hear was a little Tobey Keith, maybe a bit of Metallica, sprinkled in with Linkin Park, and topped off with Dave Mathews -that’s my husband, the rockin and rollin Jewish cowboy. Not exactly what I’d listen to, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. There’s no way I can run in silence. In fact, I can barely run at all. So imagine my surprise, when I turned on the ipod, ready to fast forward through most of my husband’s annoying music, but surprise, surprise, a really cool electronic beat hits me, and in between there’s really cool nineties club music mixed in. This is the kind of music I grew up on. The kind of music I love. I had no idea my husband even knew what club music was. Did he even go to clubs? Does this mean he can dance? I don’t know. Do I even know my husband? Seriously, I THOUGHT we were total opposites when it came to music. Actually, we’re total opposites when it comes to well just about everything really. Now I find myself wanting to download his entire playlist to find out more about this guy. He’s a whole new person. And he’s hot. No longer the boring guy who comes home, pops open a diet coke, plops down on the couch where he watches episode after episode of Law and Order in the dark, somehow he’s transformed into this mysterious stranger, an interesting stranger with one bad ass play list. I’m not kidding when I say he’s like a new and improved husband. I think I like him. So back off ladies, he’s mine. And so is that ipod shuffle of his.