Last Friday I had decided to take a little nap before I made dinner. I was groggy when I woke up and needed a little "pick-me-up." And this is why I love my husband, because he knows me so well...
As I started moving slowly around the kitchen, Michael put a CD in the player and went back to his homework. The music? None other that the Backstreet Boys. Yes, I am not ashamed of being a Backstreet Boys fan. Every time I hear that music it ignites a spark in me. I can't help it. My body starts moving to the music, and I belt out the words. Within a few minutes I was dancing and singing and wide awake.
Whenever I have to drive long distances and need to stay awake, there are a handful of CDs that I always rely on to keep me awake (because I know every word and sing out loud to them as I drive). Backstreet Boys and Dixie Chix are my staples. Michael has gotten used to my taste in music, and I suspect that at times he actually enjoys my choices, though he may never admit it!
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That's really sweet! ... but not so much on the comment, sheesh! ;)
My hubby has bent a little to "tolerate" my taste in country music. He even knows the words to some of the songs now!
This will date me horribly, but I sing along with Barry Manilow whenever I travel by myself to the valley. So, you go girl. Love you and can't wait to see you and hang out with you in July.
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