Why is he laughing? Because I told him that I want to run up to Borders tonight to take advantage of my rewards coupon to buy the 25th Anniversary edition of Michael Jackson's Thriller.

Sure, he's nothing but a freak show now, but 25 years ago Michael was the man and everyone had Thriller -- on vinyl, of course. (And everyone COOL had a zippered shirt or jacket just like Mike's).

Check out this blog where there is a debate raging as to which was the better Michael Jackson album -- Thriller or Off the Wall.

So, my husband can laugh all he wants, but who can blame a 36-year-old woman for wanting to revel in the good old days -- back when I was a P.Y.T.?

And, this is a man, by the way, who was recently busted by a co-worker dancing on the job site to Prince's Purple Rain (he thought he was alone). So...the man's got no room to laugh. :-)