Country

I have a crush on Keith Urban. Or really, I have a crush on how Keith Urban wears short sleeved shirts that fall just right and show off his arms, because depending on how he does his hair I sometimes don't have a crush on him. This is all part of what Jenny, the librarian (and incidentally the wife of Stephen-he who knows everything from Shakespeare to the mating habits of everything) deemed my "gone over the edge" because I am now pretty much exclusively listening to country music. My radio is turned to country in the car and at school when I am not teaching. (That's how Jenny discovered I was listening to country, when she called and I was blasting the Toby Keith station on Pandora in the background. While in class, of course, I listen to French music. I would never listen to anything but French during French class-much to the chagrin of all of my students who have on occasion begged to listen to something else. Mostly I play Emmanuel Moire and Christophe Maé because they are my future French husbands, should I not marry Damien for passports of course.) Pretty much I think I have gone country. I would like to think that this came about because I now have a sort of farm and a big ass truck (though foreign, decidedly less country), and have to make regular trips to the feed store, but the truth is I've been listening to country for a while now. And I like it. I have not bought any Wrangler's yet, nor a Stetson or cowboy boots, nor do I have any plans to do so, but I have been listening to Keith Urban, Sugarland, Toby Keith et al non-stop and am anxiously awaiting the drop of Lady Antebellum's new album on Tuesday. Yesterday I even watched CMT On Demand, admittedly because NCIS and NCIS LA were reruns On Demand, but still, I watched it. Additionally, I am becoming increasingly consumed with finding someone with an RV who is going to the Stagecoach festival and who will let me go along because Keith Urban's going to be there-hopefully in a short sleeved shirt.

Aside-while writing this Earl just jumped up and ate some butter off of the counter. My fault entirely for leaving the butter out.