The last week or so Cody has been repeatedly listening to a song that starts with “Her name is Noelle and she rings my bell.” It seems to be about a little heavy metal listening teenager who’s in love with an adult woman named Noelle that ignores him. I think? I’m not sure. Cody’s at work and non-cohesive remnants of the song are stuck in my head tonight.

Which is annoying because I’m trying to watch the Independant Spirit Awards and finish that damn Jay sock.

I get a small bit of satisfaction that if it’s a pop song in heavy rotation all my old boyfriends have to think of me at least three times a day.

You can ring my beeeeeeell.
Ring my bell.
My bell.
Ring a ling a ling.