This is how it went this morning:
Joyce: One time when I was working at Frontier Airlines, I saw a group of girls dressing up in the ladies room, getting ready to go to Vegas to see a singer ... oh, you know, a man...
Me: Tom Jones?
Joyce: No, younger. And he was kind of country.
Me: Oh, um.. that Achy Breaky Heart guy?
Joyce: No. He married a younger woman ... welll, they all do. That's not a good story.
Me: Um... Kenny Chesney?
Joyce: No. He was really popular. Country Western and his wife and daughter have a house and people go there for his birthday.
Me: Umm... Garth Brooks?
Joyce: Oh wait, this was 1967 not '77. And he wiggled.
Joyce: Yes, that's him!
What's it gonna be like in 10 years?
I've told Sue she has to keep her mind. I'll keep my legs. Together we'll be OK.