So I think the boyfriend has come down with Stockholm Syndrome. Either that, or he's starting to cross over. This morning he put on Country music. On purpose. I put a quick stop to that, but it has me concerned. Maybe that's how it starts, that's how the hook you. They suck you in with a catchy little song about how your man's done you wrong, and the next thing you know you're buying a gun and voting Republican. We're being assimilated. Like the Borg on Star Trek.
Damn you Carrie Underwood.
