You know those stupid songs that get stuck in your head and won't leave you alone? Around here they're called Tune Cooties. I've also heard the term Ear Worm, among others. I like Tune Cootie though because it seems a little less "ewwww".
It occurred to me the other day that Disney seems to produce an inordinate amount of these wretched things. Any of you with kids know what I'm talking about. You're happily going about your business making dinner or doing laundry (okay, so maybe begrudgingly is the more appropriate term), and you find yourself humming one of their songs...over and over.
Noggin (now Nick Jr.) is also pretty guilty in this department. Moose A. Moose (What the hell kind of character name is that anyway?) sang "I Only Want A Candy Cane This Year" several times a day for a month. And it worked its way into my subconscious to rear its ugly head at the most inopportune moments. According to my children, I am NOT allowed to sing children's songs while in public. Especially not at the check out line where others might hear me.
A word of caution for those of you with children do NOT -- under any circumstances -- let them know which songs you are vulnerable to. They will relish the opportunity to drive you to the brink of insanity by planting a few notes every chance they get. I know. I used to do it to my mom. Hers was "My Darling Clementine". We kids used to run around the house singing "Oh my daaaarlin, Oh my daaaarlin, Oh my daaaaaaarlin, Clementine" under our breaths whenever she was within earshot. I don't even know the rest of the words because that's all it took for mom to give us The Look. It's a wonder any of us made it to adulthood, really.
As frustrating and pervasive as Tune Cooties are, I think we should all thank our lucky stars that the folks who write these songs are NOT writing for political campaigns. It's a pity for the candidates, really. If you were running for office, wouldn't you want the nation to be unable to get your name out of their head because someone attached it to a catchy tune? Of course, it could backfire and there could be a sharp rise in assassinations when people are driven out of their minds by the song that never ends.
But there's hope! When I get a Tune Cootie really taking root, not just passing through, I resort to my palate cleanser. The one song that gets rid of any Cootie Infection. I think of it as my Cranial Antibiotic. You'll have to find your own cleanser, but mine is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
So if you find me singing this in July, I'm not overflowing with Christmas spirit, it's a last-ditch, sanity saving measure...and probably a good time for you to run for the hills, because the other sure-fire way to get rid of a Tune Cootie is to pass it off to someone else.
You have been warned.