Kenny

I thought I had outgrown my love (read: obsession) with Kenny Chesney. Not that I didn't like him anymore, but I have let go a bit in recent years (I had let go of my unrealistic belief that we would get married someday. Especially after that whole Renee "I-always-look-like-I'm-sucking-on-a-lemon" Zellweger marriage debacle). So, I just watched the episode of Oprah that he was on that I DVR'd. And I was foolishly mistaken. Kenny, I heart you. I want to have your babies. I want to listen to you sing to me non-stop and I want to go to your concerts every summer. Welcome back into my heart, KC. I have missed you.

That is all.