Sunday, September 18, 2011

'Til I can make it on my own

I've been weak this past week, drunk-dialing a lot (well, several times on two different nights to the same person -- that was enough)... Here's my excuse in song:

Also just tonight finished reading the 2010 Tammy Wynette bio by Jimmy McDonough... Is it better to have a yes-man for a husband who feeds you the drugs you ask for, or to have a wild-man genius of a husband who drives you nuts with his behavior but who also truly loves you on a level deeper than the everyday?

I vote for the latter, George Jones, rather than who Tammy ended up with, the Nashville hanger-on George Richey. She gave up. She died of the pharmaceuticals.

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