"Could you change that, please?" I asked my husband, waggling my fingers towards the talk-radio voices that were disturbing my ability to read before bed. "Hmm," he said. By his smirk, I knew I was in trouble. I endured listening to a few goofy choices before I bantered, "Maybe I should pick some awful song you hate to annoy you while you're reading."
My Preferred Playlist
My Preferred Playlist
My Preferred Playlist
"Could you change that, please?" I asked my husband, waggling my fingers towards the talk-radio voices that were disturbing my ability to read before bed. "Hmm," he said. By his smirk, I knew I was in trouble. I endured listening to a few goofy choices before I bantered, "Maybe I should pick some awful song you hate to annoy you while you're reading."