Take Me There

I have no shame. Want to hear the most embarrassing thing of Sept. 30-Oct. 1? OK, twist my arm.

I bought the new Rascal Flatts CD.

I know, I know.

Country, yeah. I bought it. And not only did I put money down on the counter (figuratively, who actually uses cash, seriously) and walk out of the store with my first CD in about a year (I heart iTunes), I loaded it on my iPod and listened to it. All day.

When you saw me in the car this morning? I was listening to it. When you saw me laying out pages? That was Rascal Flatting, too.

It's good. Shameless. OK, maybe a little shame.