I Even Miss My Bad Taste in Music

I really hate not having anyone to harass me about my bad taste in music anymore.  

We constantly had stereo wars. Both Chad and I could "take over" the receiver from our Apple devices. And we would steal it from each other. Me: top 40. Him: Pink Floyd. It was a heated battle.  And it was in jest.  It was fun - and funny.  We laughed and laughed - as did Son.  He would cackle as a little one and then roll his eyes as a teen.  

Alone, my taste in music is impeccable, you know, according to .... me.  

Man, this sucks.