Sad, no? I was totally okay with it. It's when I hit my true hipster stage.
But then Samantha Jean decided that she was going to try, as many had before her, to convert me back to the land of cowboy boots, Wranglers, trucks, and twang. And because heaven knows that after a while I can be worn down, I finally had her just make me a mix of songs to ease myself into it. Little did I know that with country, there's no easing. It's all or nothing.
And I'm back in the all phase.
So without further ado, here are the things that I've learned in the last 24 hours of my recent re-conversion to country music:
allowed EXPECTED to be sassy
-Say what you really think
-When in doubt, talk about your truck
- Sometimes? You don't have to be nice