I’d Drive You from His Tangled Mind for Good

Last night at knitting a friend said after her divorce the only music she could listen to was Christian music, because every other song on the radio was about romantic love. Well, I listen to country music, and clearly that is masochistic. I just heard “Whiskey, If You Were a Woman” and now I’m in my office with my door shut crying over my Chik-fil-A. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t just looked at old photo albums while I was unpacking books from boxes.
So I figured out why my screen at home is shaky–it’s like three feet from the fuse box–major electrical interference. Duh. I should get a new laptop next week, so I should be able to avoid problems then.
I loved Carrie’s version of Tubey so much, I’m going to make it one of my next knitting projects.