You oughta know...

Mr called me to let me know he was on his way home from work. We were talking for a lil bit when suddenly:  

• Mr: "Something, something, blah, blah, blah."

• Me: "SHIT! I gotta go!"

• Mr: "Why??"

• Me: "You Oughta Know is on the radio!"

• Mr: "Soooo?"

• Me: "So?!? Ugh! You just don't get it! That's angry bitch music! I gotta go scream it into the soup ladle!! REALLY. I gotta go! Love you, Bye!" *hangs up the phone*

       ....And that is exactly what I did. At the TOP of my lungs. I feel better now. :)