Last night I was trying to read before falling asleep and I was getting more and more irritated by the loud bass thumping into my room. I had already closed my door...didn't help. Finally I threw off my sheet and stomped over to the door. I flung it open, getting ready to go down the hall to Owen's room when I paused....and realized it was coming from downstairs and it was my husband.
I closed the door and went back to bed and my book.
Owen and Ernie were quite amused by this story. Ernie was happy to report that he's going through a Prog renaissance of sorts and that it was Genesis that had been pounding away at me. Owen just grinned at me.
Between the two of them, there's just no hope.
Good thing I have Leo.