I can’t get Paul Simon’s song Loves Me Like A Rock out of my head. I’ve been singing it non-stop for two days now and it’s driving me crazy. My brother tried to put a different song in my head. 

And then another one.

 

While I thought both were hilarious, and I briefly forgot about how much she loves me like a rock, soon I was singing about that, boats, and well, let’s keep it clean folks and say The Chronicles of Narnia….

But I can’t help but say to myself: did I really just see Forest Whitaker sing that?

Ahem.

So, what in the heck does she loves me like a rock mean? I told my husband that I loved him like a rock tonight and he was not impressed. Not even when I pointed out that I collect rocks and keep my collection on display on the windowsill that is above the kitchen sink.