Delilah

We are music junkies. But we have extremely different tastes. In the car, the husband refuses to listen to my favorite country station and I refuse to listen to hard rock. Since he's driving, I already have a headache.

If it's after 7:00PM, we have an easy compromise. We listen to Delilah. It's schmaltzy. She's over-the-top. For a ride home, it's extremely entertaining.

The other night, we had dealt with Hangdog, been informed of the mother-in-law's deteriorating condition and spent countless hours on the phone. On the way home, we listened to Delilah. Our two favorites for that night were:

Total Eclipse of the Heart
(which the husband believes is the ultimate suicide song.)
And, a special dedication from a wife to her husband:

Thank you for being there for my every need, yada, yada, yada.

Delilah asked how long they had been married. The answer was three weeks. That's when we both started screaming at the radio and thankfully, pulled into our driveway,