In my wild single years, I saw my share of closing times at the Jersey Shore Bars. I'd frequently shout to the band, "I'm not going home 'til you play Brown Sugar!"As we were preparing for the birth of our first daughter, London, my ob-gyn suggested that Rex and I bring along some favorite CDs to the hospital when it was time to deliver. After many many hours of hard labor, it was time to push, and Rex put Disc Two of the Rolling Stones' Hot Rocks
collection on. Seven and a half songs later, London was born.Why didn't she tell us "I'm not comin' out 'til you play Brown Sugar?"
I'd like to thank Ken Armstrong's Writing Stuff and his "Songs for Guys" post today for the inspiration. I'm also going to go ahead and nominate Ken for Hottest Daddy Blogger and encourage you to check him out and see if you agree.
