Today on the way to pick up antibiotics for Offspring the Third (who, after running a fever around 103 degrees -- that was only marginally diminished by alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen -- into a fourth day. was determined by the doctor to have an ugly throat infection), a song by Ricky Martin cycled through on the iPod: She Bangs.
(Yes, I know - I might have questionable music tastes according to some people. Still, the song is catchy.)
At one point, the lyrics are:
She reminds me that a woman only got one thing on her mind.
And I couldn't help but wonder: what could that one thing possibly be? Only ONE thing? ONLY one thing? What kind of woman is this? Women have 8 bazillion things on their minds, all the time. I think. At least, I know I do.
Now I'm perplexed. What is that one thing?
I may never know.