Stupid Country Music

I'm irritable and grouchy today. Too many horses doing horse things - like getting caught up their ropes and nearly spearing themselves on fence-posts, or getting loose and running just far enough away from me to keep me running after them like some ridiculous cartoon. Too many kids doing kid things - like drawing on the carpet with sidewalk chalk, or poking each other in the eyes with their Harry Potter wands (okay, the wands are actually de-pointed skewers - and I realize now that sounds even worse. . .). Too many clueless drivers period. Honestly, can we look, or possibly SIGNAL before trying to run me off the road. Once in high school a guy-friend of mine made a comment to me that went something like this: "Dude, did you really just check your blind-spot? Chicks never check their blind-spot". Should I have been offended? Maybe, if I was the type, which I'm not. I wasn't, but that's beside the point. What is the point? The point is I started the day off a little cranky.
THEN, I turned the radio on in the car. You know what was on it? Country. Seriously. Country. This has happened occasionally. . . since I've been married. I don't understand it AT ALL. Tyler isn't a little bit country, he's more a little bit rock -n- roll, or at least something other than country. Nevertheless, the country thing happens. According to Tyler I'm a music snob because I don't like it. So be it then. No offense to all you country-loving bumpkins out there. BUT . . . country sucks. Really, really, really. There is no art to it whatsoever - at least in the new breed. Lyrics should be lyrical, a poem set to music, if you will. It doesn't have to be beautiful. That's not what I'm saying. Let's just try and write a lyric that differs somewhat from your everyday speech. Grrr.
Okay then, I'm done. Feeling much better. Thanks.