Well of course I have to start things off with Merribela because Merribela is the essence of my very soul. Also there’s the cheesiest fluffly fic in the readmore. Explore at your own caution. It’s embarassing.
Miss Lance speaks for all of us. I have watched her become the beating heart and steady hand of this team. She is the proper person to lead us. If she says we’re going to rescue our people, that is what we are going to do.
Ex-wife tries to change the station on my stereo, ends up having to listen to one song she hates for the rest of the trip
happened when my ex-wife and I had already been divorced about a year.
We both had to be at the same place at the same time (without our son).
Out of politeness, I asked her if she wanted to ride with me. Her
impoliteness forced her to accept.
It was fine on the way there. We were getting our son evaluated for a
supposed disability our son doesn’t have, but in a
Munchausen-influenced self-diagnosis, my ex was convinced our son had a
disability. That’s another story completely.
After the evaluation, we were in my car on the way back for me to
drop her off at her house. She was in a foul mood because of the good
news. She’s always insisted that our son has a large range of
disabilities that he doesn’t have, so to contradict her makes her mad
and intolerable, not that she was tolerable to begin with.
In a break in her griping, I turned the stereo on. The song that was
playing was one that I liked. She didn’t dislike the song, but she
couldn’t stand for me to enjoy anything, even before the divorce, so
instinctively, she reached over and pressed the button to put it on
I changed it back, she changed it again. I had to tell her to stop
touching my stereo. By this time, the song had gone off and one of her
favorite songs (by Ricky Martin) came on. She was a Menudo fan since
high-school and she still loved Ricky Martin. I can’t say I hated him,
but I wasn’t listening to that in my car.
I pressed the “CD” button, and as luck would have it, Natalie
Imbruglia was already in there. My ex absolutely hates Natalie
Imbruglia in addition to knowing how much I like her, especially the
song “Torn.” So, I put it on “Torn” and pressed the “Repeat” button.
We listened to that song the whole way back, which was a good 20-25
minutes. To make it worse, I started doing the sign-language
interpretation that was made up by some comedian. I only wished I had
my Billy Gilman CD (“One Voice”) with me. She probably would have
walked home if I’d put that in.