Ted tortures me daily, with his renditions of truly horrible songs he hears on his Yacht Rock channel. I am talking Christopher Cross here people! Songs that crawl in your ear and rattle around in your head. All. Day. Long. So I keep a little music ready to go when Ted Strikes. Today was David Gahan's turn. 

Also on my little list of gems to fix what Ted inflicts on me on a daily basis: 

I save the BIG GUNS for days when he sneaks behind me, softly crooning Afternoon Delight as I pour my coffee: 

Occasionally, I bring out the Howitzer: 

Ted has GOT to learn. I am not to be Yacht Rocked. Under any circumstances. I have ammo.