Honestly. Vile. Abhorrent. REVOLTING.

Whenever my parents went on one of their many trips to Europe, I would stay at a friends house.

She would play The Nutcracker so we could go to sleep dreaming of sugar plum fairies, despite the fact that it was summer outside.

The Nutcracker is very relaxing.

However, my friend falls asleep super fast.

I don't.

So I would lay (or is it 'lie', anyone know?) for hours listening to lovely trilling flutes and all that jazz (not jazz. Classical...)

BUT

on the first night I slept over, I found out that when The Nutcracker CD ends, it's replaced with...

Simon and Garfunkel.

And not just Simon and Garfunkel,

but the song Mrs. Robinson.

Just MRS. ROBINSON.

Over and over and over again MRS. ROBINSON.

I would lay/lie/lye awake every night, listening to that dreaded intro to the song with the twangy guitar and the "dee dee dee doo doo doo..."

You can hear it, can't you?

Only now am I realizing that I really really love Simon and Garfunkel's music.

Especially Sound of Silence.

Though I'm not a fan of Cecelia.

And I still refuse to listen to MRS. ROBINSON.

I haven't even seen The Graduate, but I almost sure I already hate Mrs. Robinson with a passion.

See, isn't it annoying seeing her name over and over again?

You really wouldn't think I would still be bitter about it, but I still hear the song when I'm just barely falling unconscious.

Which may finally give us an explanation for my issues with sleep.

...and Dustin Hoffman.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...

I REALLY hate you more than you could know.

-rae

P.S. (Wo, wo, wo...)