I've always loved my husband's taste in music. I don't always agree with it, but I found it charming when we met in 1996 that he still shamelessly listened to The New Kids on The Block. He likes rap and country, classical, and musicals. He seems to have absolutely no idea or concern over what it 'in' and what is not.

This afternoon, while downloading music off of the internet he decided that Ricky Martin was a musical genius. So he's been playing Livin' La Vida Loca loudly all evening. It's not that I hate that song. I'm just not drunk enough to listen to it!

Please pass the tequila!