Hands off the radio!

Frank and I have very different tastes in music.  He is a 70's rock fan and I love all things 80's.  There are very few songs in all of music history that we both agree on and like.  What I find funny is that when we get in the car, whether he is driving or not, we end up listening to HIS music because when we put my music on he mocks it continuously.

Enter the children...

Nick was always prone to listen to more of my music until he went all grunge and screemo on me and whatnot so that left Michael.

Who is a pure 70's music AND grunge/screemo music fan.

Really?  Like it's not enough that I'm the only female in the house I have to be alone in my music, too?


So this morning on the way to driving Michael to school (Frank normally does it but he wasn't feeling well) we were just sort of cruising along and talking when he reached over and turned on the radio.  To Steely Dan.  Ugh!  And what was worse was that he knew all the words!


Once he was out of the car I plugged in my iPod and CRANKED my Duran Duran and Def Leppard with a side of Donna Summer!  I guess the only way to hear what I want in the car is to drive alone...