I never really cared for jaeger until about a year ago, because I’d only had jaeger shots, and I’m not very good at taking shots (they usually come back out of my nose). Then this 70-year old redneck woman introduced me to jaeger and Red Bull, not Jaeger Bombs, but just Jaeger and Red Bull over ice, mixed like a cocktail. It’s fabulicious! Careful if you drink too many, though: It makes me a little aggressive!

This was the first song my husband and I danced to at our wedding reception. We’re divorced now… After our wedding, I read a review of this song that pointed out that the woman could do just about anything to shit on the man, and he would still love her, and I thought that maybe it shouldn’t have been our wedding song because it had that dark twist. Now, ten years later, I realize that I could do just about anything to my ex-husband, no matter how bad, and he would still love me. So it was more appropriate than I thought… 9 times out of 10, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. I still love the song.