Moral of this entry: The thought of Jason Momoa with a feathered boa lip-syncing full-tilt to an ABBA song is a life goal that needs to be achieved. Wonder Bro, make it happen. We need this in our lives.  

Guardian Angels love ABBA. 

Don't believe me?

The next time you are stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, coasting along a country side-road, or stuck indoors with nothing to do, blast an ABBA song and see what happens. 

It could be as grey as Gandalf's beard and pouring battery acid outside but the moment those iconic ABBA notes start to play the sun comes out and the world brightens just a bit for a few seconds. You get this sense of unbridled happiness that tickles the back of your brain. You cannot put your fingers on it though. It wasn't there a second ago but now all you can do is groove in your seat and tap your foot in time with the beat.

That is how you know your hard-working winged wing-men and women have tossed on their togas for an impromptu karaoke dance party.

It is a universal truth that ABBA brings the happy. If your G.A. is lit then so are you. 

Bearded Wonder Bro's favourite song  by this group is "Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!". 

I now know this because he sang it in my face.

I was trapped in traffic when my long-suffering iPod conked out. A panic attack was eminent. Zero to sixty in six seconds. I have designed a playlist specific to helping me cope with the chaos that is dealing with the utter insanity that is driving the Highway 400.  I have a process. But that went right out the window when the tunes stopped. My brain to itch . 

The countdown had begun. I needed to get back to my place to get ready for work pronto before hauling ass in order to be on time for work. No cars were moving. Complete standstill. We were stuck in place and my musical safety net was gone.

Shit.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!!!!!

I threw open my glove box and chucked the contents onto the passenger seat. I had to have a Marilyn Manson CD somewhere. Maybe Slayer?This was a Death Metal grade emergency and I was out of data. 

But the CDs weren't there. 

The only thing that was I could find was an old mix CD that an ex had made me back in 2009. It was stuck to the back of the paperback copy of "The Hobbit" that I always keep on hand in case of a literary emergency or if I find a quiet park that needs to be explored. 

Good enough.

I slapped that pound puppy into the cd player slot and cranked the volume to forty. I was fully expecting some My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy (I had a thing for emo guys back then). What I got was ABBA.

ABBA?

Cue the shaft of sunlight through my windshield and a swarm of monarch butterflies flitting toward my car. 

Bearded Wonder Bro: (appears in the passenger seat, in full 70's sequence and feathers) YAAAAAAASSSSS!!!!! 

Me: AHHHH!!!!

Bearded Wonder Bro: Turn it up! TURN IT UP!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SONG! 

Me: NO! Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole! 

Bearded Wonder Bro: I wasn't jealous before we met! Now everyone woman I see is a potential threat... I'm going to keep going so you better turn it up!

Me: I'm trying to drive!

Bearded Wonder Bro: Don't go wasting your emotiooooon! Lay all your love on meeeeeeee!!!!!

Me: No! Stop it! (ejects the CD and throws it onto the backseat)

Bearded Wonder Bro: Hey!

Me: I'd rather listen to whatever crap is playing on the top forty.

Bearded Wonder Bro: Fine. Have it your way.

Me: (turns on the car radio only to have another ABBA song start playing) Oh for the love of...seriously?

Bearded Wonder Bro: (beams and starts swaying to the music) Tonight the super trouper lights are gonna find me, shining like the sun...sup-p-per troup-p-per...c'mon! Sing along. This is the best!

Me: If I switch the station?

Bearded Wonder Bro: (ignores the question and just keeps belting it)

Me: I give up. You win. This round.  

As luck would have it the local oldies station was having an All ABBA lunch special. From twelve until one it would be nothing but the greatest hits from that famous Swedish pop group. There was no use trying to fight it. Wonder Bro had made his point. 

The traffic crawled along at a snails pace while I slipped into my old theatre persona and got down with the choreographed hand gestures and over pronounced facial expressions. We made it through about five songs before the off ramp came into view. 

I learned something during that drive.

Car karaoke with your Guardian Angel is the funnest thing ever!!!

You could be having the shittiest day but hitting some high notes with your angel squad makes it all disappear. 

No judgement. No self-criticism. No doubts. Just good old fashioned off-key fun.

If people see you rocking out behind your steering wheel, let them stare. They wish they were having that much fun. If they could only see your singing partner sitting next to you, they'd roll down their windows and sing along. 

The Jason Momoa Bearded Wonder Bro slays it with Dancing Queen. 

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your liiiiife. Ooh see that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen!

I had the goofiest smile on my face when I walked into work forty-five minutes later. That never happens.

This is now one of Bearded Wonder Bros favourite threats...