Michael asked me, "Did you have YouTube when you were a kid?" Of all the wise, sarcastic, are-you-kidding-me-when-I-was-a-kid ways I could've answered, I simply said, "Nope." But ESPN, MTV, and HBO were in their infancy, and I could watch a scrambled channel and, if lucky, catch partial, provocative glimpses and sounds. Things have changed.
Megan was in a symphonic mood this morning and I've been thoroughly confounded ever since. I should accept the miracle and move on, but I can't stop wondering.... An unmoody Megan is so tantalizing. Was it a happy dream or the peanut butter cups or the movie before bed? (Diary of a Wimpy Kid 3, hilarious.) Was she touched by angels or taken by aliens or struck by lightning? I know indoor lightning doesn't make sense, but neither does a chipper Megan in the AM. I want desperately to sustain this phenomenon.
For the record: While I prefer happy-Megan to crabby-Megan, I love them both. And, if ever truly obstructed, even temporarily, I would move heaven and earth to be with either one of them.
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