"No, the OTHER Old Country Singer..."

Kenny Rogers is one of the pitchers on my fantasy baseball team. I was making a comment about how he at least had the good sense to punch the water cooler with and thus break his non-pitching hand when the Wife entered into a drawn-out oration about the merits of the name 'Kenny' and its alternatives and origins and whether one would really want to be named after a merely "semi-famous" person or whether one should just have his named changed entirely to, say, Bill, and when the verbal essay had reached the point where I was wondering what she was talking about, I had to interrupt:

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, the country singer. With the braids."

Now having seen plenty of "Legends of Country" commercials and not recalling seeing Kenny Rogers ever having hair long enough to be braided, or at least not nicely braided, although the thought is a pretty humerous one, I had to break it to her.

"Wow. That's Willie Nelson. That's not even close. Thanks for playing." (Reaches for the computer. Not actually planning on recording this one, until...)

"I'm not talking to you anymore." (Ok. That I have to share.)

And thus I endured many threats of things one might be able to do to me in my sleep and kicking in the head, and that, doctor, is how I ended up in here with a mild concussion.