That song is bugging

The summer song that has my ride’s stereo at peak volume, the windows rolled down and I’m  singing loudly, proudly…and extremely poorly is

19 something by Mark Wills

I’m not really a country music fan, but it was playing on my clock radio the other morning.  Since country is the only station with a glimmer of reception, I must awake to Tim McGraw and such twangy voices.  Anyhow, that morning I laid in bed enjoying my new find and appreciating how the lyrics simplified childhoods of most guys, and tom-boys, my age.  The minor changes I would make would be “I was Roger Stauback back in my back yard” for

I was Wonder Woman in my back yard

and you can replace “My first love was Daisy Duke in them cut off jeans” for My first love was Bo Duke and them cowboy boots. Scroll down for lyrics and You Tube link.  On a side note,   I am sitting here typing this post and I feel a bite on my left hip.  Ouch! Reflexively I pull away my shorts and brush it away.  Tentatively I look to where I directed the crunchy assailant I sensed on my finger tips.  Here is what I found gnawing on my delicate flesh.

Alive Beetle on Rug

Smooshed beetle with guts hanging out, on bottom of shoe

Sing along in your best red-neck accent