Recently I discovered a radio station that plays oldies and songs from the 80s. Cool thing, I'm like a genius... I know every song they play. Sad thing, I'm pathetic, I know every song they play. These are songs from my middle school days and I'm shocked that I even remember them!
I had the kitchen radio on while I was cleaning up and I was dazzling everyone with my knowledge of Pebbles, Jody Watley, Boys 2 Men, Bobby Brown, etc... When DH pipes in that he hated music from back then.
DH: It's all just keyboards set to repeat the same mix.
Me: (for some reason slightly defensive and annoyed (maybe because I can't stand his music)) Oh, yeah you like the guys with the big hair and tights.
DH: They are not tights
Me: *muttering* they look like tights. All gross and sweaty.
Eleven year old daughter: Did you know they don't wear underwear?
*Stunned silence--crickets chirping*
*my hand slamming down on the counter*
Me: THAT'S RIGHT!! I have NEVER seen any of those guys with a pantyline! I've never really looked but I've never seen it!
DH: *just sitting there*
ME: That's what you like big haired guys in tights with no panties?
DH: silence.
The next song starts and I smugly announce "Thin Line Between Love and Hate" and then we are off again to try to figure out if it's the Isley Brothers, which sends us on a tangent about the Isley Brothers.
We are sad old farts. lol
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