Today's earworm: Halo, by Beyonce. I like this song for many reasons, particularly for the sense of safety and protection imbued throughout the lyrics. That's a rare feeling -- particularly in adulthood -- and it's one that I appreciate tremendously when it happens.
If you'd like a slightly different, but quite catchy version, you can try the one by PostModern JukeBox. I've put both versions below, for your listening pleasure. I hope you enjoy.
NinjaHead resides with a muffin-baking woman known herein as Herself. Herself has a Beloved Husband, with whom she shares three nearly-grown Offspring. When she is not writing Things, Herself nurtures a visceral fondness for small furry creatures. The household menagerie, which has varied in size and composition over the years, presently contains a minuscule middle aged chihuahua, a most mild-mannered senior chihuahua, and a very small hamster who, due to the prominence of his gonads, seems to need trousers for decency.