A better mood, just an hour later. You think I mood swing too often?

The better mood came out of a simple conversation I had with my wife.

I mentioned that on the Katrina telethon tonight (afternoon Alaska time) the Dixie Chicks did a pretty song (although I don’t remember now what it was). Kelli was surprised that I liked the Dixie Chicks and asked if I’d heard the song “Goodbye Earl.”

E: “I love that song. Die, die, die, die, die, die. And I like that ‘Mudslide’ remake.”

K: “Landslide, honey”

E: “Yeah, yeah. And I like Pink Toenails, although that was before they got that Maines girl, y’know the chubby one who works at Lane Bryant”

K: “Natalie Maines”

E: “Yeah, her. I have a question about that Earl song though.”

K: “Here it comes”

E: “No really. At then end, after they killed Earl, did they end up… um… together?”

K: “No, you dork, they were just friends.”

E: “I remember thinking that they ended up as more than just friends. I know they set up a stand and sold Tennessee Ham or something. But I got this whole ‘alternative bookstore’ vibe going.”

K: “You are a nut. Beside, they don’t have lesbians in the south.”

E: “er.. ah…”

K: “You know I’m kidding.”

E: “Yeah, I know. Like they don’t have rednecks either.”

K: “Exactly. It’s an urban legend.”

E: “Perhaps we’re both nuts.”

K: “Just you, dear.”

I could live with that.