this morning #1854.

this morning, my husband broke out in song. “we didn’t start the fire,” to be exact. projectile vomit in pop song form. a rather callous reaction to a news report about possible arson at the neighboring town’s high school. i stifled a smile & glared at him for all of the first two verses & chorus. he took note but plowed ahead anyhow. did so with soul. i should know by now that my disapproval only ends up encouraging him. for him, the fire was irrelevant. a mere catalyst for him to show off his lyrical skills. i kept my glare going but by the time he made it to “rock and roller cola wars i can’t take it any more” & belted it out like his life depended on it, i had to give credit where credit is due. he still knows every single word.