The Hubster cannot sleep without some noise in the room. Typically it’s the t.v., which he leaves on all night and I wear earplugs to block out. I have argued that my snoring should be plenty of noise, but he disagrees. We also live on a very busy street with plenty of traffic noise most of the night.
This weekend, we’re at my parents’ house in the middle of nowhere.
It is DEAD QUIET here. There is no t.v. or radio in the guest bedroom. The ceiling fan is quiet. We don’t even get cell reception so he can stream music on his iPhone.
We got all tucked into bed last night and you could hear a pin drop. Not a sound.
So, I did the only thing a good wife would do.
I was the substitute radio. It sounded like this. (You’ll have to just insert the hilarious muffled laughter yourself as needed.)
Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with meeeeeeeee laayd. Come sail away, come sail away, come and sail awayyyy wiiiiiiifff meeeeeeeee……
This is the 70’s channel. All 70’s, all the time!
Aaaaaahhhh, freak out! Le freak, say chic… FREAK OUT!!
At the Co-PAH! CO-PA Ca-baaaaaana! The hottest spot north of Hah-VAAAAANNNNAAAAH!
Youuuuuuuuuuuuu….light up myyyyy liiiiiiiiife….youuuuuuugivemehoooooooope….tooo carrryyyyyooooooooonnnnnn….:whisper: you light up myyyydaaaaayyyy…and fill my niiiiigh-ta with-a soooonggg!! : crescendo:
( I sang one whole verse of that one)
Hubster changed the channel.
To the 80’s!!
Nah nah na na nah…naaaah naaaah….Nah nah na na nah…naaaah naaaah….Whip it! Whip it good! :whack:
(That one’s gonna come back to haunt me.)
Tonight we explore hair bands of the 80’s.
Yeah…I’m a good wife.