Olive has a new favorite song:
I'm pretty sure Wyclef Jean hasn't been standing around, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he anticipates the Knitters-Knitters seal of approval. Nevertheless, Olive and I are enamored of Sweetest Girl and want to share it with you. It's a sad song, even a desperate song, but its poignancy is heightened when you're hearing it in your car, driving single file at 8 miles per hour on a four lane highway that has three of its lanes closed for construction. And ideally, you've been on this road for fifty minutes, in a deep trance from staring at the truck in front of you that describes its contents as, perplexingly, both flammable and inflammable.
Oh, and it should be raining.
Normally the combination of sad weather, sad traffic, sad song and sad grammar might push me right into the danger zone on the sadness meter, but I can risk this wallow today because I know there is now an end in sight to the deep and personal cosmic injustice that is my commute!
This is not the original video for the song, of course, but it's the only one I was able to embed.