"What are you doing?" It's Vera. She's got that grinning I just bought a new pair of shoes tone of voice.
I tell her I'm reading my book.
"That book is making you dumb" or something like that. I defend it triumphantly with words of how clever and funny it is and then, "Oooooh hooo hooo ho ho! You will need to check your mailbox in the morning." Which means she's about to share music with me. When this happens (and it does often) the anticipation drives me crazy and induces a sleepless night.
I ask her what it is. "It's Mika. It's so gay. You'll love it."
I sleep then retrieve it from the mailbox.
I listen to it while working on Indiana tax forms. It is so gay and do I ever love it!
Spouse is home from his killin' spree. He hates it.