I can’t find mine.

When Shaun and I were going through our baby withdrawals we decided we needed to do something to get past it.   We headed to Walmart and bought MP3 players.  They had all types of colors, but we wanted the ones that were on sale and because of it, we both ended up with two identical white MP3 players.  We were going to take our cute, matching MP3 players to the gym.

I THOUGHT mine was the one in the van until I started listening to the music on there.
“Hmm, sure a lot of Matchbox 20 on here.”   Don’t get me wrong. I love me some Rob Thomas, but I really don’t remember adding every single song he has recorded on to my MP3 player.
“AH HA!”  (the exclamation, not the band) “AH-HA! this isn’t mine. This one has to be Shaun’s player.  I mean, come on…I would never in a million years put The Momma’s and the Papa’s on mine.”

Today I found MY MP3 player in the van. I turned it on and it was, none other than, Matchbox 20.
“Crap, this is Shaun’s! AGAIN.”
In an effort to make sure it wasn’t really mine I had to shuffle through the songs until I found the music that is exclusively MY taste in music and not Shauns:

Chris Cornell covering Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean.
I Will Survive By Gloria Gaynor (doesn’t every work out involve THIS song?)
Every song from Kid Rock’s Rebel Without A Cause CD.
Violent Femmes’ Kiss Off
Limp Bizkit’s Break Things

and last, but of course not least;

Conjunction Function by School House Rock