You got the kiss that tastes like honey

  While my NFL alliances might lie with a team other than the Tennessee Titans that in no way means I'm not a Nashville girl who loves her country music, specifically the men of country music. Yes, Luke Bryan I would be glad to shake it for you his wife's name is Caroline so he's obs my favorite and yes, Jake Owen how did you know I love barefoot blue jean nights? But this list has everything but you, Kip Moore. If you aren't already in love with this gorgeous man get ready to swoon. I could live in one of his songs. I am ready to fall in love every time I finish a shuffle of his album YEAH, it's THAT good So, it took me a couple listens this morning to pick what song I wanted to use for Wordy Wednesday. Per usual, here's my pathetic life update/back story to my choice. A couple months ago I mentioned I had been loft/condo/apartment hunting with the intention to buy mortgage payments would be less than rent and then I'd have an investment but after weeks of looking and a long Saturday morning coffee sit with both mom and dad we decided renting would be the best choice for me, at this point in my life. And then dad said what I never really register like ever "You are REALLY young." And I am. And having the flexibility to get up and move is key at this point in my career/life you know for when I meet and fall in love with a Steeler But when you go straight from college to working and being the absolute baby of the agency/office you never really think of yourself as being only 22. So back to the real estate game but first I'll get a little reckless in honor of being 22, single, and a hot mess...

                          "I'll send you a postcard, send me your love. Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up."