I got a great idea yesterday and I’ve been on the verge of giddy, waiting for an empty house to take advantage of it.
Since everything has taken a turn for the digital, we don’t have a formal stereo anymore. All music here is played on iPods or through crappy computer speakers.
Enter light bulb moment. (Oprah talks about them all the time.)
The sound system hooked up to our family room TV will be an ideal place to play some music. There’s a woofer there, people, a WOOFER! (Whatever a woofer is.) Or maybe it’s a sub-woofer, but that makes it sound like less of a woofer and I’m pretty sure that this is one fierce woofer. After all, we bought it on clearance at Circuit City.
The CD is being burned as I type.
The house is empty except for one small dachsund who has been sworn to silence.
The volume level has been determined: 61.
The role of Beyonce this afternoon will be played by me.