The sun is soaking into my skin and I can't help but crave a little country, some cut offs, sweet tea and a long flat drive. I'd thought perhaps I was over country music, maybe it had all gone flat - thought maybe Beau had gotten to my music taste, drugged me with a distaste.
That loves still going strong, it was just waiting for a warm ray and a new worthwhile song to make my foot start swinging.
And I'll win Beau over, if it's the last thing I do. The man's from Boise and loves a cold bud light, mountain biking and girls who bake him homemade pies. But he hates country and called the first ball cap I saw him wear a "costume." This guy. All I can do is continue to spam his Spotify inbox. :)
I'm itch'n for the 75 degree weekend - 7 hours and counting.