I love her to death. I get tears in my eyes watching her fiddle. But lordy, she sure can't sing. As my dead momma used to say when she was embarrassed for someone,  "Bless her heart."

I love her to death. I get tears in my eyes watching her fiddle. But lordy, she sure can't sing. As my dead momma used to say when she was embarrassed for someone,  "Bless her heart."