Since I dedicated a post to Mamadukes yesterday, it’s only right that I dedicate one to Big D. And yes, the dedication is in the form of Cher. (This is also for anyone who has the pleasure of knowing Big D)
If Big D and Mamadukes were ever going to call it quits after 30 years of marriage… it would be because of Cher. It wouldn’t shock me one bit.
Big D LOOOOOVES Cher. Just picture an older, grey haired, Italian man, who curses a lot and doesn’t speak proper English, singing (and I mean belting out) and air drumming to “If I Could Turn Back Time”. Are you cracking up laughing?? Good. That was my childhood, and pretty much my life up until present day, every time I’m in the car with my father. Who drives an Escalade by the way, so add that to the ridiculous-ness of that image.
Like the way the Backstreet Boys (big ups to AJ… <3 you!) answer my life questions, Cher does that for the man who raised me. If he was ever ill, I’m sure Cher’s voice “that just goes right through him and gives him chills” (direct quote) would be the cure. I would tell the doctor to try Cher first.
So Big D…. this is for you:
Your woman has a #1 hit on Billboard’s Dance Chart and that means she has had a #1 record for the past FIVE decades.
This is the conversation happening in my childhood home currently:
Mamadukes: Hey D…. your daughter just wrote something about Cher.
Big D: *flies up the stairs* Read it to me, I don’t have my glasses.
Mamadukes: *scoff* *read read read*
Big D: That’s my girl!
Mamdukes: I know…our daughter is pretty funny, and awesome and super intelligent.
Big D: Oh… I was talking about Cher. *awkward*
Mamadukes: *annoyed* Go away… How I Met Your Mother is on.
Big D: Did you make some extra sauce this weekend?? *humming “If I Could Turn Back Time”*
I’ll never be as good as Cher.
This is me and Big D’s favorite Cher song. He air drums, while I air guitar. It’s quite the routine we have.
P.S. Wow… I apologize for this self-indulgent post.