Arsenic & Old Lace & My Blood Pressure

Over the weekend I got to see my niece as the lead role in her high school play, Arsenic and Old Lace. She was AMAZING as Abby Brewster.

Getting to the play was another story ...

A few days before, my brother emailed all of us out-of-towners to let us know that since the entrance to the school theater was also part of the stage, no one would be admitted after the play started at 2 PM. So in other words, "Don't be late!" No problem. Fremont is a little over 3 hours away, so I figured I'd leave 4 hours before, which would allow us time to stop for a quick lunch. Ha! If only.

Without going into details (that Megan would kill me for some day when she reads all this stuff), a medical condition that we've been treating Meg for flared up Friday night making it apparent that I'd have to take her to Urgent Care Saturday morning before leaving town. Ugh!! Have I mentioned how much I dislike Urgent Care? Yeah. So I called and found out that it opens at 9 AM, and I was wanting to leave town at 10 AM. Ugh (again!)

Meg and I pulled into our parking spot Saturday morning at 8:45 AM, and saw that there were already 2 people in line outside the Urgent Care. So we quickly got in line, and within minutes 6 more people fell in line behind us. Getting in and out of here would be a snap thanks to me who had the sense to get here before they opened.

As soon as the doors opened, we all filed in and were given clipboards with a form to fill out. That's when I realized that arriving first (or third) means NOTHING. It's all about how fast you can fill out the stinkin' form! Oh the injustice!!! So I sat down and ripped through that form as fast as I could. When I was almost done, I looked up to see the horror of all horrors: All those people who had arrived after me were STANDING IN LINE WHILE FILLING OUT THEIR FORMS!!! AAAAHHHH!!!! That's right. I went from being third to ninth in like two minutes. HOW IS THIS FAIR, I ASK YOU?!

Well, we were finally called in at 9:45 AM, and walked out at 10:15 AM. We zipped home to get Amanda and left by 10:40 AM with sack lunches to eat on the way since we would now have no time to make any stops.

After driving like a crazy woman, we arrived in Fremont 35 minutes EARLY!! Woo hoo!!! Now I could relax.

My brother and sister-in-law arrived moments later, so we all went inside and had time to chat before the play began. I gave my brother a play-by-play of my hectic morning, but how it was all worth it, because we would NOT have wanted to arrive after 2 PM and been refused admittance.

It was then that my brother got this sheepish look on his face and said, "Would this be a bad time to tell you that after sending you that email, the director told me that he's going to start the play 10 minutes late, just in case?" Um, yeah, actually.

Being Late

I canNOT stand being late.

I have children.

Exactly.

So because I dislike being late so much, I often get very worked up (especially in the morning) when the girls continue to lose sight of the goal. Of course, when it's not their goal to begin with, why would they care to stay focused on it?

A couple Sunday mornings ago, I found myself once again goin' all crazy-mama because the girls were not moving fast enough (read: Megan still in bed 10 minutes before we're supposed to leave!) Anyway, I thought to myself, "Why are you letting this get to you? So what if you're late? Lots of people are late and don't seem to be bothered by it, so who cares?"

So I took a chill pill (do people still say that?) and just went with the (very slow) flow of my daughters.

And guess what? We made it to church (15 minutes late) without any yelling. It was amazing, actually. To ride to church in a peaceful state? I was even ready to worship upon arrival. Have I now unlocked the secret to blissful mornings? Just embrace the lateness? Is this my future for the next 10 years?

Here's my question to you people who are chronically late:

Does it bother you to be late?

If you have some tips for me to better cope with my child-induced tardiness, I'd love to hear them.

Oh, and I'm not a cat person, but I thought this was funny:

Modest Meg

Without going into the gory details, I had to make a doctor appointment for Megan last week for a little owie she had on her bum bum. When she found out that she was going to have to go to the doctor, she was not happy.

Megan: I don't want to go to the doctor!

Me: Why? What's the big deal?

Megan: I don't want him to see my naked buttocks! It's embarrassing!!

Me: Yes, it's embarrassing, but he's a doctor and he sees naked buttocks' every day. He's only going to look for a few seconds, and then you can pull your pants back up.

Megan: I'm not going!!

Me: Megan, I don't like getting naked in front of my doctor either, but it's just part of life. You can't worry about it.

Megan: I'm still not going.

Okay, this conversation took place on the drive to school, so once again, by the time we got to the drop off zone, we're fighting about her going to the doctor. And once again she's refusing to get out of the car. Why, Lord, WHY?!

Me: Megan, we're done talking about this. It's time to get out of the car.

Megan doesn't move.

Me: Megan. You have to get OUT. NOW.

Megan: I'm NOT going to the doctor!!

Me: GET OUT OF THE CAR!!

Megan: You're a MEANIE!! (Gets out and slams door.)

Ah yes, another successful school drop-off.

I called the doctor's office and they had an 11:30 a.m. appointment available.

I drove over to Megan's campus, bracing for the worst and ready to bribe big time.

Megan: I told you I didn't want to go to the doctor.

Me: I know, but it won't take long, and I'll get you a treat after, if you cooperate.

Megan: Okay! Can I have coffee?

Me: Uh, no.

Megan: Why not? I don't have to get up early tomorrow?

Me: Megan.

Megan: Fine. Jamba Juice?

Me: You bet.

The doctor appointment went fine. I could tell she was embarrassed, but she was a trooper. And I've gotta' say, I'm a little relieved to know that she knows it's an embarrassing thing to show your naked bottom to someone. The way she struts around the house sometimes after her bath makes me wonder if she even understands the concept of "modesty".

My Justice Apology

Um. Yeah. I kinda' went off on Justice and their high prices awhile ago (You can read about that here if you missed it the first time around). So when the following transpired last weekend, I knew I needed to eat some humble pie ... on the WORLD WIDE WEB!

This has been the week for end-of-the-year swim parties at school. Not surprisingly, Amanda's swimsuits from last summer no longer fit, so we needed to find her a new one, STAT.

She had been looking through the Justice mailer which had darling swimsuits that were $33 each ... UNLESS you waited until the sale started on Monday, when everything in the store would be 40% off. Well, it was Saturday ... the only day we'd have time to try on swimsuits. So I told Amanda we could go look, and if she found one that she liked, we could see if they would hold it until Monday, then we'd drive over real quick after school to pay for it. She was good with that.

We walked in. She found this cute suit (but it was black with pink polka dots):

She tried it on. It was perfect. (When does that EVER happen while swimsuit shopping?! Or jean shopping for that matter?!)

So we got in line. While waiting, an employee came over to take our item and prep it for check-out. I explained our dilemma and asked her if she thought we'd be allowed to put the suit on hold until Monday. She said they usually only hold items for 24 hours, but that I could call the next day to extend the hold one more day. (Yay!) Then she said, "But they'll probably just give you the 40% off today."

Say what?! I thought I was in Justice ... what just happened?

When I got up to the front, it all went down just as the gal thought it would. I explained my situation, and the cashier said, "You mean you don't have a coupon?" I told her that I used to be on their email list, but that I'd apparently fallen off (since slamming them on my blog) because I hadn't received any coupons in a long time. She said, "That's okay, I'll just give you the 40% off. I'm not crazy. I'm not gonna' make you come back Monday when you're already here."

Yes, the Hallelujah Chorus did come to mind, actually.

I thanked her profusely, paid my $21 and skipped out of the store.

And if that weren't enough ... we walked across the way to The Children's Place and found Megan a swimsuit in like 2 minutes for $11!! COME ON!! Where's that Lottery ticket when you need it? ;)

Alright, so all that to say ... I want to formally apologize for my less than stellar review of Justice a few months ago. I feel that Justice was had this past weekend, and I am now a loyal customer (who will never darken the doors of that store without a coupon in hand, because that's how they roll, and I get it now.)

Smelly Suppers

Megan has a sensitive nose when it comes to food.

For instance, she can't stand the smell of salad, and I'm not just talking tuna salad, which would be understandable. She doesn't like the smell of lettuce, tomato, etc. when it's mixed up in a bowl. She dislikes it so much, that she'll take a clip magnet off the fridge and clip it onto her nose so she doesn't have to smell it. I'm not even kidding.

The other night I sat down to the table with some split pea soup. Apparently she doesn't like the smell of that either.

I heard her telling Henry about it later, how mom had some kind of smelly pea soup for dinner. She couldn't quite remember the name of the soup that had caused her nose such torment. Then as I was tucking her into bed ...

Megan: Mom, what was the name of that soup you ate tonight? Pee Pee Soup?

Me: Uh, no. It's called Split Pea Soup.

Megan: Oh yeah. It smelled gross.

I'm sure Pee Pee Soup would smell gross. My Split Pea Soup, however, smelled fine to me.

Good Hair Day Confession

This past Saturday was a good hair day for me. And since they only come about a couple times a week, I hate wasting it on a Saturday. Especially a Saturday where no one I know is going to see me. Probably shouldn't admit such vanity, but there it is.

I went to Whole Foods late morning. This store is not a venue where people notice good hair days. They're all about their organic food and having their hair up in a bun so you can see the tattoo on their neck. But that's okay. I still felt good strolling around looking for Rye and Nayonaise.

When I got home, it was time to get lunch for the girls and then start in on laundry and such. As the afternoon wore on, I realized my housework activity was increasing my body temperature. To the point that I felt I needed to put my hair up to get some relief. But when I saw myself in the mirror, I just couldn't. What if someone came to the door? How could I deny them my good hair day? So I left it alone ... and sweat.

Then it was time to go outside and pick up dog poop. Those two puppies looked at me longingly. Some might think they were just giving me attention so I would stop with the poop cleaning, and give them some belly scratchin', but I like to think they were admiring my hair. (Have I taken this too far yet?)

Okay, so now it's evening and Megan's in the tub. It's killing me that no one has seen my hair to comment on it, so I stoop lower than I have in a while and ask ...

Me: Megan, do you think my hair looks good?

Megan: Yeeaahh?

Me: Thank you.

Megan: Sure ... but it always looks like that.

Oh, she has so much to learn.

No Offense & I Wish

Amanda's new catch phrase? 'No offense'.

"No offense, but that doesn't look good on you."

"No offense, but this tastes disgusting."

"No offense, but you're boring."

You get the idea.

I told Amanda that just because she prefaces something with the phrase, 'No offense', doesn't mean she can follow it with all kinds of mean and rude comments.

She's doing better, and not offending so many with her 'No offenses'.

Megan, however, has been trying out her own version of 'No offense'. If she prefaces a mean phrase with 'I wish', she somehow thinks she can get away with it.

"I wish I could yell in your face!!" said while yelling.

"I wish I could tell Amanda that I hate her."

"I wish I could call her Stupid right now!"

Ugh! Where do they get this stuff?

No offense, but sometimes

I wish they'd shut ...

Just kidding. :)

Marriage Scents

While I was getting ready yesterday morning, Megan walked in ...

Megan: Did you marry Daddy because he smelled good?

Me: Well, yes, but that's not the only reason.

Megan: I knew it! I'm gonna' tell him!!

I followed her to the kitchen for obvious entertainment reasons.

Megan: Daddy!! Mom said she married you because you smelled good!

Henry: I'm sure that wasn't the only reason.

Megan: Yes it was!

Me: That's right, so you better never run out of cologne, or it's OVER.

And there you have it. The secret to our wedded bliss.

Belated Easter Wishes

I mean ... Happy Easter Vishes!? (from Megan)

The scary thing is, this Easter bunny does look vicious. Freudian slip perhaps?

Rock Paper Scissors

On the way home from having dinner out, the girls started playing Rock, Paper, Scissors in the back seat. Not the most complicated game. Well, not unless you're playing with Megan.

Amanda & Megan: One, two, three. One, two, three.

Amanda: Megan, this is 'Rock Paper Scissors", you can't do a knife or saw.

Amanda & Megan: One, two, three.

Amanda: What's that supposed to be?

Megan: A pencil.

Amanda: Ugh!

Moanday

Mother's Day was over a week ago, and I'm still writing about the aftermath ...

Where to begin? First of all, we really should start the school/work week on Tuesdays. Mondays are never good. EVER. Unless it's a holiday.

Okay, so when it's Monday AND you take your spouse out of the equation, because after working 9 days straight he decided to hit the golf course, it's doomed from the get go.

I did my part to wake up early, and knowing that the girls had just been through an extremely full weekend with graduation and Mother's Day travel and celebrations, I let Miss Megan sleep in until 7 AM. (Amanda was already up and dressed by this time, and playing some original composition on the piano that was reminiscent of that tension-filled music from the movie Jaws. Not the best background tune to ensure a calm morning, but whatever.)

Now you would think my 7 year old would wake up with a big, "Thank you for letting me sleep in today, Momma!" But no. I was greeted with moans and groans. As I tried to help her get dressed, she kicked and screamed. Lovely.

Next came countless reminders to Meg to brush her teeth and hair. I finally told her she'd better do it right then, because if it got to the point where I had to get in the car and wait for her, she'd forget and then go to school with messy hair and dirty teeth. This made her cry and accuse me of being mean because I said her hair was messy and her teeth were dirty. Seriously? (And still in the background is Amanda's torturous piano playing: Duh nuh. Duh nuh. Duh nuh! DUH NUH!! At that point I was just wishing for the shark to attack me and take me from my misery already.)

We finally made it into the car, 25 minutes later than we should have.

We arrived with just enough time to drop Amanda off before the bell rang. Then I pulled up next to the van Megan was to ride in over to her campus (the driver, my friend Lisa, was on her way down from her office) and told Megan to get out and wait by the van. What I didn't tell her was that I was blocking all kinds of traffic, and so she really needed to get out QUICKLY. Now since I failed to tell her that, she took the time to give me a kiss goodbye. I told her I was sorry the morning had been so bad, and that tomorrow would be better. Then she just sat there. While cars were trying not to back into me, and other cars were trying to get around me ... SHE JUST SAT IN THE CAR.

Me: MEGAN! You have to get out NOW.

Again, she just sat there. COME ON!! So rather than make all the parents in the parking lot go postal, I drove over to the real drop-off area and told her she'd now have to walk all the way back to the van.

She got out this time, AND slammed the door after yelling, "Fine, I will!"

Wow. Was Mother's Day really just the day before? And now I get to dwell on this botched farewell all day long? Swell.

I couldn't wait for Lisa to return from the drop-off so I could get a report on how Megan was on the ride over.

Me: Soooo how was Megan?

Lisa: Quiet, so I asked her if she'd had a good morning and she said, 'Nope.'

I filled Lisa in on all the loveliness that had transpired that morning.

Lisa: I told her we'd had a rough morning too. Then I asked if she thought she could make the rest of the day better and she said, 'Nope.'

Nice.

Later that afternoon, I went to pick up Megan and Hunter (Lisa's son) from school. I braced myself for the worst.

Me: So Meg, how was the rest of your day?

Megan: I thought about you ALL day.

Me: And about how mean I am?

Megan: No, about how much I love you.

Can you say "knife through the heart"? And she wasn't trying to make me feel bad for the rotten morning we'd had. She was honestly feeling that way. For as much as she pushes my buttons, she makes up for it in sweetness. And that's the truth. Love this girl.

Pronunciation

** WARNING ** This post contains a bad word. The "S" word, to be exact. And not only is it in this post, but it's in here 3 times! When you go through life without swearing, and you finally have an excuse to do so, I guess it's easy to get a little carried away. Anyway, you've been warned. Read responsibly.

While at the grocery store with Amanda and Megan ...

Amanda: Shit Take? Eww. That sounds gross.

Me: WHAT did you say?!

Amanda holding up the item: Look. Shit Take.

Me: OH!! Shiitake mushrooms!! They're not gross, they're good.

Amanda: No thanks.

Can't say that I blame her. I don't think I'd wanna' try shit take either.

TB Lives!

Ever since January 13th, our family has been watching the seemingly slow rebuild of our beloved Taco Bell. It's been a very long 3 1/2 months. But guess what? Friday was the day. Our new and improved Taco Bell reopened for business!!


We had a graduation party to go to out of town later that evening, so for dinner, Henry suggested TB. We didn't tell the girls it had reopened, we just drove up. I'm telling you, shouts of JOY rang out from the back seat, "It's OPEN! It's OPEN! It's OPEN!!" You would have thought we'd pulled up to Disneyland.



Now may I just say that these new TB's are beautiful. They're spacious, and clean (for now) and the colors ... Oh the COLORS!! There's this fabulous eggplant purple inside that makes you want to try new menu items. I just stood there smiling, not even caring that we had to wait in line. It was like everything was right with the world again. And I could tell that all the other patrons felt the exact same way.



Next time ... the drive-thru. Oh yeah.

Mother's Day with Megan

Mother's Day morning started out nice enough. Of course that's because I woke up an hour before the girls.


Speaking of that - I don't know if I've blogged about this before or not, but ever since I became a mom, I've had to wake up 2+ hours prior to my desired time of departure. It's the only way to make it out the door anywhere close to the time we're supposed to. And sometimes we're still late. Why 2 hours, you ask? The first hour is for me to get done what I need to without interruption. The second hour is all about prodding the girls to get dressed, eat breakfast, and brush their teeth and hair. Now I know why the Proverbs 31 woman rose early in the morning. I never thought I'd be like her, because I value my sleep so much, but now I know she had no choice and NEITHER DO I !!


Okay, back to my Mother's Day morning ...


I started out full of love and patience. It was Mother's Day after all. Everyone was on their best behavior, right? Ha!


Megan gave me a lovely gift and card that she'd made at school. I thanked her and gave her a hug and kiss, then told her it was time to get dressed as we needed to leave in 20 minutes for church.


10 minutes passed and I found her still in her pajamas, watching Bob the Builder on TV.


I told her again, nicely, to go get dressed as we now only had 10 minutes before we needed to leave. She made her way to her room and shut the door. Progress!


10 more minutes passed and I walked in her room to find her playing on her bed with dolls, STILL IN HER PAJAMAS.


Me not so nice anymore: Megan! GET DRESSED!! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!!!


Megan: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN ON MOTHER'S DAY?!?!!


Me: Because my DAUGHTER is being so DISOBEDIENT on MOTHER'S DAY!!!


5 more minutes passed and I walked in her room again to find her dressed (praise GOD), but rather than heading towards the door, she was holding her guitar and looking at herself in the mirror. REALLY?! What in the WORLD she was doing, I had no idea, but composing a musical apology would have been a good start.


Needless to say, we were late to church (so much for getting up at 5 AM). And though it's a short drive, it was long enough to regroup.

During the message, Megan filled out her "Sermon Notes" paper and passed it over to me:

Date: May 7, 2011 (a day off, but I'll take it)
Message Title: Mothers Day
Scripture Passage: Mothers Day

I like Mothers Day because I get to do speshel thins for my mom. My mom is nice pritty and helpful too. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!!

One Mother's Day salvaged. Whew.

Mother's Day with Amanda

As I was trying to get my hair to cooperate Mother's Day morning, Amanda walked in ...

Amanda: Remember yesterday when I removed that hair from your black sweater?

Me: No.

Amanda: Well, when I looked at the hair, it looked like it had a lot of hair product on it.

Me: I'm sure it did.

Amanda: I mean a LOT.

Me: Okay, Amanda, I get it.

Amanda: I mean it was disgusting. That's how I knew it was one of yours.

Wow. Happy Mother's Day to ME.

Gorilla Love

Megan was reading the song titles on the back of my Michael Buble' Crazy Love CD cover in the car after school ...

Meg: Cry Me a River, All of Me, Gorilla on My Mind ...

Me: That's Georgia on My Mind, not Gorilla on My Mind.

Meg: I think it's GORILLA on My Mind, because maybe he's dating a gorilla.

Hunter: Or maybe Gorilla is a girl's name.

Me: Hmmm .... I'd say there's a better chance of Michael Buble' dating a girl named Gorilla, than dating an actual gorilla.

Hunter: Yeah.

Love Order

I was telling Hunter's mom yesterday that I may have to start a "Meg & Hunt" series in my blog. They crack me up on a daily basis.

A few days ago, I had Michael Buble' playing in the car. It was a slower love song ...

Hunter: This song is depressing.

Megan: No it's not. It's a looove song.

Hunter: Sounds depressing to me.

Meg: Mom, how did you find Dad?

Me: I met him at church.

Meg: And did you walk up and say, "Dude, let's get married!" ?

Me: Uh, no.

Hunter: First you have to date, then you get married.

Meg: Then you go on a honeymoon!

Hunter: No, you need to buy a house before you go on a honeymoon.

And there you have it. Any questions?

School Projects

Instead of weekly book reports this last quarter of school, Megan was to read a chapter book and make a diorama.

Okay. Teachers know that the kids can't do these things all by themselves, right? I mean, they expect the parents (read "mom") to help, correct?

Well, I helped Megan over Easter break with her diorama. It was on the Flat Stanley book, "Invisible Stanley". She wanted to make the characters out of clay, but I thought that would be too difficult, so I suggested paper people. Once she saw what I was talking about, she thought it would be okay. I suggested a few other ideas which she liked, and within the hour we were done. Yay!

Megan turned in her project and that evening I asked her how it went ...

Me: So, did your teacher like your diorama?

Megan: She had me get up in front of the class and ask me about it.

Me: Oh yeah? What did she ask you?

Megan: She asked me if I drew the faces on the people, and I told her you did.

Me: Oh. Did she ask you anything else?

Megan: She asked me if I made the tree, and I told you did.

Me: Honey, you colored the tree.

Megan: I know, but you cut it out.

Me feeling sweaty all of a sudden: Well did you tell her anything that YOU did on the diorama?

Megan: No, because everything she asked me was something you did. She said you're really good at them and should make one.

Oh. My. Goodness. What happens to 2nd graders whose moms get carried away and help too much with a diorama?! And more importantly ... what happens to the MOMS?!!

Me: Okay, Megan. You need to do another one, but all by yourself.

Megan: But I can't do it all by myself!!

Me: Yes you can. It was my fault for doing too much on the last one. I'll guide you through it, but you're gonna' actually put it together, okay?

Megan big sigh: Okay, but Mom?

Me: Yeah?

Megan: I wanna' do clay people this time.

Me: Sounds good.

What a sport. She did a 2nd diorama ALL BY HERSELF. (The only thing she asked for help on was the teeny clay eyes.) I emailed her teacher to let her know what was coming, and why. As always, her teacher was more than gracious and understanding, saying that she expects parents to help, and that Megan's original diorama was just fine. I assured her that I would be exchanging MINE for Megan's new and improved diorama.

Behold, the dioramas ...

Megan's takes me back to the days of Mr. Bill on SNL. I love it!

Oh, and before any of you parents go to the upper elementary Open House in a couple of weeks, I'll confess right now that yes, I drew the ice skater on Amanda's book report project, okay? I have already been interrogated by her teacher, so it's all out in the open. I sketched it and Amanda traced over it. And I feel terrible. I obviously have a problem. I guess I'm just wondering why the teachers assign these projects to our kids? They should just send a note home with the mom's name on it so we know what we'll be graded on next.

Sleep Over List

Megan had her friend Lexi spend the night over Easter break, but before it could take place, she had to write out a To Do list. The spelling is my favorite.

1. Pillo Fight

2. Play with Dogs

3. Fashen Show

4. Make Cookies

5. Drawing Contest

6. Play in My Room

7. Play on Conputer

8. Watch T.V.

9. Play with Littleis Pet Shop

10. Give Dogs a Bath

11. Lisen to Music and Dance

12. Lexi's Dog Buttercup

13. Watch Lexi's Moves (!?)

14. Make Up Make Ofer

15. Play Vet with Buttercup

16. Play with Tepdeck

17. Feed Buttercup

18. Watch Pinnies and Ferb

I know they accomplished #'s 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 16, 18.

Not sure about the others. Especially #13.

Lyrics

On the way to school the other day, the girls were listening and singing to a Jonas Brothers' song when Megan had a question about some lyrics ...

Megan:

Did he just sing, "dream tomato?"

Amanda:

"Dreams are made of" not "dream tomato!!"

I think I like "dream tomato" better.

This brief exchange brought to mind a song from my junior high days that I thought I knew the lyrics to. It was on the "Flashdance" soundtrack, and for the life of me, I thought the chorus went like this ...

Sweet Juicy tonight. Sweet-Sweet-Sweet-Juicy tonight.

Okay, before you mock me, saying something like, "That makes absolutely no sense." Let me enlighten you with my junior high logic: Since I was convinced those were the words, I just figured they were singing about a popular chewing gum, "Juicy Fruit". Now if any of you have actually seen the movie Flashdance (which I had not seen back then at age 13), you know that a song about gum totally fits with the theme of that movie.

The picture above will make no sense to those of you who have never seen Flashdance. For those who have seen the movie, please tell me you "get" it.

Oh, and imagine my surprise when I found out years later that the REAL lyrics to this song were, "Seduce me tonight. Se-se-se-duce me tonight."

Nice.