country spaz attack.

I am writing down this story for my personal blog history and that only. Someone commented to me the other day that half of the time they don't know what I'm talking about or who I am talking about in my blog. I simply said "then don't read it." This blog is for meeeeeeeee. I have looked back and read stories that I have totally forgot even happened. And I don't want it to happen with this special hilarious moment. So here we go:

Brittany hates country. Hates hates country. More specifically, she hates Tswift and she hates Pink. Which somehow is the only thing that comes on the radio lately. We can never listen to it which has made my love for taylor simmer. For some reason I will always love Pink though and somehow find ways to turn it down or talk over the Pink song that is being played. ANYWAY. This one particular night bdahlin felt bad for one reason or another and said to make up for what had happened I got to listen to tswift or Pink. But she settled for any country song...as long as it was NOT sugarland. Whoops. The one I found was "stuck on you" MY FAVORITE. She immediately pulled over as I turned the song up louder and louder. Stopped the car. And just went running the opposite way (it was late and high on sugaaaaar, it's okay) as I proceeded to have a nice dance sesh to my favorite country song. Bless the country-hatin heart of Brittems. I hope she doesn't marry a cowboy. Her life will never be the same. . .