I should have stayed in bed

It's been one of those weeks -- too little time to work, too much of other stuff to do. Some moron hit my mother's car in the WalMart parking lot (and I was the one who'd driven it there). I took her to a doctor's appointment and the doc was running about 40 minutes behind. She was having trouble navigating post-surgery/surgery/surgery, but there were no wheelchairs to be found. Robert and I went to dinner with the kiddo so I could give him some papers -- and left the papers at home. We made arrangements to meet today (he and his bride are leaving town today) and it turned out I'd printed the wrong stuff. Crap.

So it was just adding insult to injury that every blasted radio station I turned on was playing the Beatles. I hate the Beatles. Hate hate hate 'em. In my never-very-humble opinion, they did only one song worth listening to, and it's rarely played on the radio. (I don't even know the name of it -- something about "Every day she takes a morning bath . . .")

I was a wee one when the Beatles became rich and famous, but I've never understood their appeal. I'd rather listen to NPR than them -- and trust me, that's saying a lot. It wouldn't be so bad if every single classic rock station in the world didn't feel obligated to play at least one Beatles song every hour. The other day, I was flipping through stations and, honest to God, two stations in a row were playing "Band on the Run." *I* wanted to run -- screaming from the radio -- kinda tough when you're in a car. One of the stations in Tulsa even has a weekly hour of nothing but the Beatles. They couldn't pay enough to make me tune in.

When I'm in my truck, it's no big deal -- I blast TransSiberian Orchestra on the CD player the whole time. But lately I've been using my mother's car which doesn't have a CD player, so I've got the Beatles coming out of my ears (which is way better than going into my ears).

It's not the first time I've hated something so many other people love. I'd rather have my teeth drilled than watch "Seinfeld." I never loved Lucy or Ray Romano. I always thought "rap music" was an oxymoron. Soap operas suck pond water. And reality TV shows -- with the exception of "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" -- well, I won't get started on that.

Suffice it to say that somedays it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Rachel11:25 AM