My Heart

Mat Kearney sang me to sleep today in the back "nest" of the van. Realization! I want a man that can sing to me. The reason is that I was in a terrible bitchy mood that was completely unwarranted but realized, so I put myself on a "time out" in the back away from the innocent potential victims in the van. I clicked on Mat and was catapulted into a dreamy sleep filled with sweet dreams and an unfortunate amount of drool. But I awoke to a feeling of peace and that's when I saw the need for a crooner of my very own. I may not be musical, but I know that my heart responds to music.