Wednesday mornings are great. My husband doesn’t have to go into work and so we sit around the house in our pajamas til at least noon, playing with the toddler, browsing the Internet and doing all manner of lazy, slothful family things.
This morning, basically incapacitated by a bout of the worst heartburn ever experienced by anyone who has ONLY JUST HAD WATER TO DRINK, I laid in bed upstairs while my husband and son hung out in the living room.
Hubs was messing around on iTunes, organizing his record-setting library of music. Really, we have external hard drives full of this stuff. If we had to put it on CDs, we’d need another house.
Soon, I began to hear the strains of late 90s and early 00s pop music wafting up the stairs.
Really bad pop music.
“I’m so calling you out on Twitter for jamming out to Sugar Ray,” I threaten.
“I am not the kind of guy who gets embarrassed about listening to music that’s suddenly no longer fashionable!” he yells.
“Suddenly? It’s been like 15 years,” I mutter.
“Next on the list is LFO and I’ve got some Smash Mouth with your name on it!” he volleys back.
This is why I married the guy, y’all. Not for his awful taste in music, but because he doesn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks about it. Not even me. He’ll cruise down the street blasting the Don Giovanni Overture followed by some Sinatra and somehow, it just works.
Yeah, all you girls who let this one slip through your fingers? You missed out on waltzing in the kitchen to Kelly Clarkson. Be jealous.
At least he owns his music choices.
Sometimes I wish T listened to music more…I can’t be in the car without it, and he prefers sports radio.
Sports radio is the bane of my existence. UGH. Yeah, we have music 24-7 around here. If it’s not blaring from an iPod, he’s singing. Mostly adorable. Frequently annoying.
I think your hubs might be the cutest human in the universe, bald one anyways for sure!
He’s really freaking adorable.
ABBA’s Greatest Hits was the first album I ever bought with my own money.
Yeah.
I just totally gave away my age.
And geekiness.
Rock on, Papa. Rock on.
Bahahaha! Mine was Vanilla Ice. I’m not sure what that says about me.
Love that you’re up in there calling him out on his music…on Twitter
We threaten each other with Twitter exposure all the time. Which is stupid, really, because who really cares and stalks our Twitter feeds?
This is hilarious. My husband is a huge music afficiando and we often do music nights at home where we all dance around and rock out – either to him playing guitar or the stereo. 90′s rock has been a favorite of late.
Hah! Sugar Ray, gosh, I’d forgotten about them.
My husband loves music from his high school days. Like 20 years ago. Dude.
Start em young, teach em right- yes?
And a shot of ACV (Bragg’s Apple Cider Vinegar) works wonders on heartburn. I thought I was going to die from it the last time.
I. love. this. And I still think Every Morning is a good song. This reminds me so much of my husband. He has some strange music taste. He updates his list of Top 500 songs annually and at one point the top 3 were Sweet Child O’ Mine, I Want It That Way, and Bump ‘N Grind. His secret love for Backstreet Boys I Want It That Way was famously outed at our wedding reception, when his younger siblings had the DJ play it and lip synched an amazing performance of the whole song. I think your husband could enjoy iTunes night in our house