Admit it, you feel it, too.

Ever roll up to the crib, and the most recent song playing in the AM/FM Universe sticks in your head like Velcro?  So you bust on in the house singing it loud and proud?  Surprised when nobody in the house can hear the same tune you hear?  Fortunately, for me, it's par for course that the poorly trilled tunes of my cranial soundtrack are good-naturedly received by the unwitting household recipients.  Today, this tune (Just click here, you won't regret it) was my grand entrance theme song - but ain't a soul was in the domicile to benefit from it aside from two furry, four-legged babes, who just wanted their dang dry meal dinners.

Bless you, Charley (Brown), you're a good man.