What does it say about me when I not only know 38 of the 40 songs on VH1's Top 40 "Most Awesomely Bad Nr. Ones", but sing along to all of them wholeheartedly because I most certainly know the lyrics to what I consider to be timeless classics and beloved hits from my youth?
That I am getting old? That I have an awesomely bad taste in music? I guess asking my husband why "they don't make music like they used to anymore" and sighing afterwards earns me points in both those categories...
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