"That's 'Your Wildest Dreams'," I told Darren, belting out my best impersonation of The Moody Blues."No, it's not," he said. "That's more like my wildest nightmare."
His honesty is just one of the many things I love about him. ;)
(And hey, I never said that I could sing...only that I really, really, enjoy singing.) :)
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Mike and I were driving back home from visiting my parents in Pennsylvania several years ago.
It's a 2,200 mile trip, and we were in the last quarter of - more than enough time shut in a car together to be a little snarly.
I had just taken over driving, putting on one of my CDs (driver called the music was our agreement).
I took a breath to say something to him and he growled, "DON'T start singing again." We didn't speak again until Abilene. :)
That's so cute.
And I love the Moody Blues. :)
That's a great story, Becki! I can totally imagine myself and Darren in the same situation. Our poor suffering husbands. :)
Jill, I wonder what other musical preferences we have in common? My tastes are pretty random and eclectic. ;)
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