Doesn’t that sound like something a worship leader might say when she or he is getting ready to teach the church a new song? Or maybe even a line in a worship song?
Yes, it does sound like it could be those things. But it was not! No, no. I heard about this blessing last night, as I was watching Sucker Free Latino. One L. Boogs (el host) told me he was going to bless me with the next song. Well, Mr. Boogs. I almost fell off my couch, because, although I’m sure you don’t know about it, I just wrote recently about Sucker Free Countdown being a blessing to me. And there you are, using the same word! Blessing! Me!
Now, Mr. Boogs, I’m sure you will never, ever read this, and definetely your bosses won’t read it either. But seriously. Gente. If you are going to call something Sucker Free Latino, por favor. Could it please be sucker free? The songs kind of sucked. Y dios mio! Los commerciales! I think there was on average one commercial break (with three minutes or more) for each song. This is precisely how to make someone feel like a sucker for watching your show. Gracias a Dios for TiVo, because otherwise, olvidalo.
And some of the songs. Seriously. I’m a girl who loves, loves, loves Latino music, of all stripes. There is a LOT of good stuff out there. And the Tego Calderon you played was dope. But really. Most of the rest was muy, muy aburrido, bro.
Nevertheless. For a few minutes I got to dance around the living room while the children were all tucked in bed, so I guess you did end up blessing me. Even if I did have to dance with the remote in my hand to fast-forward through all the crap. Que Sucker.