#227 Rascal Flatts.
I love them, and I don’t care what you think. I have a rule about country music — it’s only allowed in the fall. I’m very seasonal about EVERYTHING as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now. Rascal Flatts is one of my all time favorite bands — their music reminds me of October and November weekends spent in north Mississippi at Ben’s parents while we were in college, riding with the windows down in my favorite fleece pullover, meeting his younger brother for dinner in Booneville, dressing in my cutest and warmest clothes for football games and the Grove. This seems like unimportant stuff to you readers I bet, but to me it was very special. Right now, I’m listening to their music and feeling 20 all over again.