If looks could really kill

So, I went to a Mets baseball game tonight. It was definitely the highlight of the day. Mets won in the bottom of the 9th. On the ride home, we got to listen to the Waiting to Exhale soundtrack. Don't even ask me why my father has that in his car, but he does. In case you're not familiar with this soundtrack, here are some of the lyrics:

Everyone falls in love sometime
Sometimes it's wrong
And sometimes it's right
For every win
Someone must fail
But there comes a point when
When we exhale (yeah, yeah, say)

Shoop, Shoop, Shoop
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop (yeah)
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop
(All you got to say is shoo be doop)
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop (Shoo be doop)
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop
Shoo Be Doop Shoop Shoop
Shoo Be Doo

Sometimes you'll laugh
Sometimes you'll cry
Life never tells us
The when's or why's
When you've got friends to wish you well
You'll find a point when
You will exhale (yeah, yeah, say)

Hearts are often broken
When there are words unspoken
In your soul there's
Answers to your prayers
If you're searching for
A place you know
A familiar face
Somewhere to go
You should look inside yourself
You're halfway there

I was pretty sure the CD player was going to melt under the sheer force of my glare. Unfortunately, it didn't. And then things only got worse when we had to listen to "Let's Get It On" which, call me crazy, doesn't seem like the most family drive-appropriate song to listen to. Whatev. Most of the rest of the day sucked, but salvation came in the form of a fortuitously-timed text message from my darling Peanut. And now I'm home, contemplatively contemplating stuff.