the manpod

i want you to know that i married a veritable manpod.  he rivals the ipod on many levels in that he sings me songs, however, only when the song is playing in the background.

now the thing about my manpod is that he has a certain kind of music stored in him.  and this is not the kind of music any husband would be proud of, unless, you were a husband born and raised in europe, germany in particular.  germans love bad music.  they love techno.  they love one-hit wonders.  they love eurotrash.  and thomas is no exception.

the other day, he put it on one of those tv channels that plays music while we cooked dinner and did the dishes.  during this time, thomas was able to identify all the 80s singers and songs.  now i am not talking u2 here.  i am not talking michael jackson or madonna.  nothing that easy.  i am talking about the slow song, one-hit wonder, can sing along to the lyrics of the guy who had a hit for one day back in 86 that people know they've heard, but don't remember anything about it song.  and.  and.  and, he can. sing. along.

i should have known what i was getting into when i found out his first concert was roxette.