Mary Jane had been listening to country music lately. This has been brought about by an intense love of all things Taylor Swift. Today, on the way to the library, she asked if we could listen to the WEZL, our local country station. In an act of unconditional love I acquiesced. I actually found myself kind of enjoying it. What's not to like about men singing about love of God, country and women? I will admit that some of the women were a little screechy, though.
This country music effected me in a profound way. I found myself slipping into accent hell. Mary Jane asked me when the Festival of Lights at James Island County Park started. I told her that it was already "goin' own". Lila asked if we were going. When I told here we were she said she hoped we didn't go on the weekend when it would be to crowded. I replied, "We cain't go this weekend, darlin'. Daddy's got to work."
One Reba McIntyre song and I'm suddenly a good ol' girl.
Wendy
