Those of you who know me pretty well know that I love pretty much all music with the exception of Country and Hip-Hop. I have been known to have seizures when forced to listen to anything with a twang.
The other day in the car, I was singing along with Patsy Cline.
Husband: “What’s with the twangy music? You should be having seizures by now.”
Me: “It’s Patsy Cline. Patsy Cline doesn’t count.”
Husband: “This is about as twangy as it gets.”
Me: “But it’s Patsy Cline.”
Husband: clunks head on dashboard.
What?!?