I don't like Katy Perry or anything she stands for. However she has an uncanny ability to write songs that get stuck in your head for days and weeks at a time. So feel free to not read any farther unless you want to be humming "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It," "Wakin Up in Vegas" or "You're Hot Then You're Cold" for the next few days.
I am sure you are all aware of how musical I am not. However I spend many hours a night singing (inside my head, fortunately for my husband) "You're hot then you're cold".
I hate to give Katy the credit like that when in fact it's Tamoxifen and missing ovaries that deserve the honour and recognition for turning me into the singing superstar that I am.
I hate being cold. I don't enjoy hot flashes, though I'd opt for a flash over a shiver. But this flipflopping back and forth in a game of sweat-get-wet-kick-off-blankets-get-a-chill is going to do me in I think.
While Hot 'n Cold was nominated for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance this year, it did not impress the Grammy's enough to win last night. Neither did it impress Granny as I lay awake singing it from 2:15 until 6AM.