When I walked in the door the other day after work, Mr. VS was grooving around the kitchen while listening to Mister Mister and simultaneously baking chocolate chip cookies. He has a Mister Mister record on vinyl. It was blasting in all its 80’s glory. It was embarrassing. But then I noticed the huge bottles of Jameson and Irish Cream that he was sneaking into the cookie batter. He said, with a huge smile, he may have “tried” some while he was baking.
So that’s how Mr. VS convinced me to dance to Mister Mister and drink some Jameson on a work night. He’s a poor influence. However, I forgive him for 2 reasons: 1, I just outed his secret shameful love for Mister Mister and 2. the scene I saw as I walked in warmed my cold cold grinch-scrooge heart. Mr. VS don’t ever stop being you but please stop playing Mister Mister. Love, Victoria
P.S. Mr. VS may have “taken these broken wings! And learned to fly again!! Learned to live so freeeeeee!!!”
Make it stop.