Recently I went to see Luke Bryan’s Farm Tour concert with a friend. We were giddy as two schoolgirls. The concert was on a local farmer’s freshly harvested hay field. We drove out to the venue, and as we caught up with traffic, I glanced at my phone to see my bars of service had suddenly diminished. I snapped a picture of the homemade yard signs welcoming Luke Bryan to “crash their party” and as I tried to text it to all my friends my phone started giving me another sign. Continue reading “You’ve Got . . . No Service”
Pixie Dust and Whiskey 