Time for some Maiden

It wouldn't stop RAINING and the girls wouldn't stop FIGHTING, so after I dropped them off at their grandfather's house this morning, I cranked up the IRON MAIDEN for the drive home.
I was in the mood for some histrionic vocals and searing guitars, so I popped "THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST" into the car CD player.
I like the one-two punch of "The Prisoner" and "22 Acacia Avenue."
A little head-banging went a long way toward dissipating any aggression that came from parenting a pair of snarling girls.