A new grocery store opened up in town recently. So, shopping list in hand, The Mister and I checked it out. Within the first five minutes we knew we weren’t the target shopper. How did we know? By the music playing the background. It was aggressive, edgy, and loud. We went into the store curious. We left totally stressed out.
The Mister felt the urge to go home and yell at someone to get off of his lawn. I just wanted to lie down with a cold compress.
Instead, I turned on some “beautiful music.” If you’ve seen a mid-20th century romantic movieContinue Reading