The encounter you are about to read is slightly paraphrased based on my memory, since this happened a few weeks ago.
Scene: In the car, listening to the radio.
Husband: This music is terrible. Who is this? Barenaked Ladies?
Me: No, it’s not Barenaked Ladies. It’s Mumford and Sons.
Husband: Ugh. They are a bunch of YAY-HOOs.
Me: What???
Husband: Are those even Mumford’s sons?
Me: (looks up Mumford and Sons on my phone). Nope, there is one guy named Mumford but the other ones have different last names.
Husband: Liars. They aren’t even family.
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