An olive branch to my music-snob husband

Joe calls me a book snob because after I insist on watching a movie based on a novel, I always declare, "The book was way better." Because it's always true. Always.

He, on the other hand, is a music snob and looks down on my love for country music and Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone."

The day I wrote this post explaining his dislike for country music, he sent me this text message before he read my blog:

Three really bad things are happening.

1. Music is playing in the office.
2. It's country music.
3. It's the cover of a Ray LaMontagne song and a little piece of my soul has been turned into a horcrux.

It's proof that a) I'm not exaggerating when I say he doesn't like country music and b) he's way funnier that I can ever aspire to be.

Then we had the fun little conversation later when he explained after being forced to listen to Zac Brown Band's cover of "Jolene," he read my blog, clicked on the YouTube video and had to listen to yet another country music song.

Poor baby.

So I'd like him to be able to listen to a song without shuddering, one that I will also dedicate to him on our (much belated) anniversary.

Because as much as I love him more than yesterday, he is also the best thing that's ever happened to me.