The most uncomfortable part of ending any relationship is getting your shit back from the other person. A few weeks ago, my ex came over to pick up a lawnmower that I had been storing for her and it was the coldest, most wordless transaction I’ve had since the last time I went to the bank.
I can’t imagine how it must be for poor Miranda Lambert. That feisty l’il spitfire not only moved to Tishomingo for six-packin Blake Shelton, but opened a goll-durned store in his town, the “lifestyle boutique” the Pink Pistol which, if you’ve ever been to, was sorely out-of-place among the shuttered dime-stores and Hunt Brothers pizza outlets.