1. Sings Purple Rain like she just saw a Prince concert yesterday.
  2. Air drums in the car to Purple Rain for SEVEN hours.
  3. Sends me a 158 second snapchat story of her singing to Purple Rain in the car by herself.
  4. Takes screenshots of my replying "I hate you" snap to add to her ever growing inventory of horrible photos of me.
  5. And as if it's not enough to hear it 75 times on the way to and from Myrtle Beach last weekend, she then texts me lyrics in case I've forgotten their importance.
  6. I've never regretted giving her a mix tape for Christmas so much in my life.