It's Like a Disease

Here it is, guys. Another blog post about Frozen. You can leave now if you want.

Sorry.

But not sorry enough to not talk about it.

This past weekend, I was finally able to watch Frozen for the first time!! And ya know what? I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed it. I do agree with Dr. Coyne's post about Frozen in that Elsa and Anna were sexualized a bit and Anna = Rapunzel's Norwegian ginger twin. But also I'm obsessed with Kristen Bell (because this) so I'm actually fine with it.

What I'm not fine with, is the way this movie has lodged itself deep, deep within the recesses of my brain AND IT WON'T FREAKING LEAVE.

I'm not kidding, I've had the music from that movie stuck in my head for the last four days non. stop. This wouldn't be a problem, except my poor husband. Every time I'm home, I'm singing the songs. When my husband politely asks me to stop, I do for about four minutes before I just start talking to him in Frozen tunes.

This definitely happened:

Me (to the tune of "Do you want to build a snowman"): DO YOU WANNA MAKE SOME DINNER?

Him (normal speech): Yeah that sounds great. I'm getting kind of hungry.

Me: COME ON LET'S EAT SOME FOOOOOOD

Him: Please stop.

Me: WE NEVER EAT HERE ANYMORE, GO OUT THE DOOR, EATING TACO BELL  EVERYDAYYYYYY (this is actually not true - but it worked with the song, so...)

Him: PLEASE.

Even though he liked the movie (and I caught him watching it the next morning in Spanish),  I think my husband is at his wit's end. And I literally cannot stop.

Help.