And this does have a point. Tonight at work I had the radio on tuned to the local country station. George Strait was on and I just happened to catch one of the lines where he said he still liked to go out and raise a little cane. I couldn't help it. The first thought in my mind was that I wouldn't mind raising a little Caine. Then I called Ro and told her that I hated her. *snicker* She asked why, I told her, she said YUCK, and then turned and told her roommate - who is also a friend of mine - what I'd said along with the comment that I was probably as red as a tomato at that point.
So I promised Ro I'd post this little story when I got home. *sigh* Oh well, a dirty, one track mind is good for fan fiction.