Come again?

So we were driving, mainly because it's what we do, a lot, during the week. Driving. Up and down roads. Driving. Every f*cking day. Up and down. Back and forth. Through the circle. HEY LADY! YOU HAVE TO F*CKING YIELD! WE HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY! MOVE, B*TCH, GET OUT THE WAY...

So we were driving.

And we were listening to the ol' country music. And Garth came on. We remember fondly this Garth. We thought we'd give him a li'l listen. And then, maybe, a li'l sing-a-long.

"Rushing along in the wind..." Hey. Waitaminute. We used to pronounce the "A" in "along" longways like. We liked it that way. She was rushing along with the wind. Made sense to us. But when we stopped and listened, actually listened, well, we realized it was "headlong."

Eleven years of AAAAAAlong and now we know. Huh. And it's not "Every time (we) pass them wheat hills," either.

Now this isn't as bad as "You are the woman that I've always dreamed of, I knew if from the start ... I saw your face and that's the last I seen of my eyeball," but it's close.

Just sayin'.