I was scanning the radio last night and a Christmas song came on. Mental illness is real.
There’s a local station that’s already started “all Christmas all the time”. Unfortunately I found that out while my wife was in the car. After about 3 songs she asked “Do you regret stopping on that station?” I said “Not as much as I’m going to.”
There’s a local station that’s already started “all Christmas all the time”. Unfortunately I found that out while my wife was in the car. After about 3 songs she asked “Do you regret stopping on that station?” I said “Not as much as I’m going to.”
To my eternal dismay, Ms. Okie is a huge fan of yacht rock. My pickup came with a SiriusXM subscription, which I quietly allowed to lapse. I'm too young to kill myself, but her propensity for yacht rock has almost pushed me over the edge more than once.