I am NOT a fan of country music. I have just never liked it. Something about the whining “oh my cat got caught in the blender” and “my wife left me” themes that just seem sort of negative to me. Give me a hard driving rock beat any day. Or even a toe tapping, spirit lifting, Karma Chameleon. But, as ELO said, don’t bring me down.

We were driving back to Bartlesville from Lawton last night, a good four hour drive. It was Monday night and we have Sirius radio in the car. I fully expected to listen the the football game but no dice. The two men occupying the front seat chose, instead, to keep us on the Country Highway.

Suggesting did no good. Asking, pleading, begging, and still I was listening to how she was rocking a beer gut. Say what???

After four hours of being imprisoned in a mobile hoedown, I thought I might have lost my mind but today is a new day. As Boston says, don’t look back. And I won’t. And I don’t think a tractor’s sexy either. 😉