why we can't decide if we should have another baby...

The following conversation randomly transpired between my husband and me last week as we were enjoying a child-free Friday afternoon. Pull up a chair and listen in...

Him: "I wonder what Dennis DeYoung is up to."
Me: "What?" (as in "What? Are you serious?")
Him: "I said I'm curious what Dennis DeYoung is up to."
Me: "Do you mean Dennis DeYoung as in the former lead singer of Styx or Dennis DeYoung as in someone you work with who just happens to have the same name as the former lead singer of Styx?"
Him: "Dennis DeYoung as in the former lead singer of Styx."
Me, while thinking that, aside from in his own home, this may be the most times Dennis DeYoung's name has been spoken aloud since 1984: "Is Dennis DeYoung a friend of yours? Does he owe you money? Are you thinking of childhood friends and the dreams you had? Why do you care?"
Him: "I'm just curious! I hope he's doing OK these days."
Me: "I bet Dennis DeYoung would be happy to know that you care so much. Also, somewhere tonight, I'm sure Richard Marx and Sheena Easton will sleep peacefully knowing you're out there."

(Scarily, the next day, I was reading the upcoming concert listings published in our newspaper and who do you think is slated to play here this summer? Dennis freakin' DeYoung! Hello, big time! I was a bit creeped out when I saw that because now I wonder if my husband isn't some kind of modern day Nostrodamus. If so, he probably sees us standing in the crowd this July, rocking' the Paradise, singing Come Sail Away. Good times.)



(I post this with nothing but respect for Dennis DeYoung. I just don't worry about him as much as my husband. So no need to bust my chops like when I questioned the power of Weird Al. Or for using a phrase like "bust my chops." Finally, while my husband may carry Dennis DeYoung in his heart, it's Tommy Shaw I'm worried about. If you have news on how he's doing these days, please let me know.)