(We get in the car, the music goes on, after 4 seconds I smack the advance button)
Husband: I like that song.
Me: Well I don't -
Husband: So I gathered -
Me: "Going home, going home, going home" Enough already, so you're going home, go already.
Husband: It's a nice song...
Me: It might be a great song but the singer isn't.
Husband: She is something of a cult favorite
Me: What cult? The cult of the brain dead and the deaf? The favorite performer at Gallaudet University?
Husband: ::Laughing:: You are evil minded...
