The Road

Today my husband and I began our journey to my parents house. I never noticed it before but apparently he's quite deaf. Not in a hearing aid/cupping-his-ears towards-the-speaker deaf. But profoundly "concentration" deaf. As an advanced geek, he downloads podcasts about gaming: board, web, miniature - you name it, he's got it. He normally listens to them when I am out or at work. However, today we are bound together in my teeny fuel-efficient car. We exhausted conversation roughly two hours ago and are each left to our devices. Literally. My newly-acquired smartphone & iPod; his podcasts and the road.
Yeah, I'm blogging for my phone. Dedication folks, dedication.
Headphones in and Snow Patrol @ 45% I CAN STILL HEAR THE PODCASTS. Earlier I attempted to turn the volume down to just above a shriek and he quickly admonished me: Babe, I can't hear it now.
My incredulity must have shown on my face because SURELY he was joking.
He wasn't.
We are an hour away from our destination and I'm listening to words like "Euro-izing" and some sort of dreaded black sheep plague.
Internet, please remember this when you see me on trial for throwing my husband out on the highway with his MP3 player shoved up his nose and headphones in place of eardrums.