Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Once upon a time, in a stupid youth-induced bad decision, I married the attention-starved lead singer and I was not the coked out supermodel. Come to think about it he wasn't really Bono either so I think we're even.

He was obsessive to put it mildly about the cd's in the house. I joked that we weren't married till a year later than the wedding date when he finally merged the cd's together. It was High Fidelity in my house in many, many disturbing ways.

I totally put my name in all my CD's back then. Don't think you're going to take my catalog of Indigo Girls mister and get away with it.

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Jenn said...

It's the same story in my house, but with books. I only just allowed our collections to merge. But I still know which copy of To Kill a Mockingbird is mine.

Erin @ SYL: Slipcover Your Life said...

Hahahaha, too funny!