We All Live In A Yellow Submarine

Last week Skye Sweetnam was on The Tonight Show. Since then I have had, like, half of a refrain from the song she sang stuck in my head.

"Yeah. Yeah. Hmmmhmmmhmmm hmmm hmmm do you wanna know more....about me...hmmmm hmmm hmmmmm something something. Yeah. Yeah."

"Uh, Erin?"

"Huh?"

"You're driving me nuts. Could you hum something else?"

"Oh totally. Sorry!"

[silence, silence, silence]

"Do you wanna know more....about me....hmmmmm hmmmmmm something something, Yeah. Yeah."

"Maybe you should hum inside your head."

So today I finally broke down and bought her CD. It isn't half bad for teen chick rock. Her voice reminds me of the lead singer from Letters to Cleo, who I dig. Usually, though, when I have a song stuck in my head and then listen to it on a CD it takes care of it. The song no longer runs through my brain and all is well with the world. Today, however, I just keep repeating the song. It isn't the greatest song in the world. It's just catchy and it won't go away.