Music Monday

I've been sick, sick, sick for the past week and am only today starting to feel any better. It was basically a head cold with a fever added in for good measure, but man, without being able to take medicine, it was killer.

Add to that I had to deal with home inspectors and termite guys, and the overall week was one of not getting enough rest, and thus, never getting better.

So of course it sucks that John Hughes died, and seriously, we DVR'd The Breakfast Club and watched it the week before his death. Really weird, because I hadn't seen one of his movies in years and then bam, he dies right after I watch it. Somehow I feel reponsible.

And with the sickness and all, I'm again taking the easy way out and putting up a favorite song of mine from a John Hughes movie. Can you blame me? It's also one of my favorite sequences from his movies has well.

Comments

Anvilcloud said…
I have actually been wondering what you were up to.
11:48 AM
Autumn's Mom said…
Sorry you've been sick friend, I'm still awaiting my John Hughes marathon..maybe this week. This is one of my favorites!
3:36 PM
dr sardonicus said…
You killed John Hughes! Burn Gina at the stake!
9:10 PM
J said…
I could very happily go the rest of my life without hearing "don't you (forget about me)", but I really like this song a lot, along with Heart Too Hot to Hold and We Are Not Alone. This was a pretty awesome soundtrack overall.

So sorry you've been sick. Hope the house hunting is going well.
3:17 PM
Heidi said…
I was so heartbroken when I heard about John Hughs passing. He seemed to really get what teens were going through. And of course he also understood what adults found funny.
Hope you are feeling better.
10:47 PM
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