He's Trying To Get Brownie Points!

With all that is going on, you wouldn’t think that I would have reason to hug my husband.

But I do.

I dunno if it’s a guilt gift, just an awesome thing, or maybe…well, maybe I should just stop questioning it.

Hubs bought me a birthday present. Last thing I expected really. I didn’t expect a present at all, but I really didn’t expect what I got. In fact, when he told me what it was-I peed a little. And nearly fainted. Srsly.

You guys know how I love the Hair Bands. I’ve had the ridiculously good luck to have been able to meet and see more than one of these rock GAWDS. Hubs got me two tickets to a concert and told me to take whoever I wanted. I’m taking my sister who happens to be an equally big fan of the Hair. Although she may be a little more grounded about it. Maybe. Ok, fine. So she's an adult about it and I'm not. Anywho...

We not going to see just any Hair Band. THE Hair Band. THE ONE. The one that I obsessed over. Postered my room with, drooled over, sang in the shower, sang in my car, and currently have as my ringtone. Shut up.

G’n’Effin’ R.





That’s right. You --are jealous. I’m going to see Guns and Roses. Yep, Axl MFn’ Rose.

I’ve been waiting twenty years to see this band.

Yes, I am aware that Axl is fat now. So am I.

I am aware that he is going gray. Me too.

He probably can't sing anymore. I can't either!

He likes sandwiches. I like sandwiches! *omgscream*

Do you see what’s happening here!? We have SO MUCH in common!

It’s not the original band, which makes me a little sad-but I don’t mind much. I do wish I could see Slash but I’m confident that I will someday.

I’m not afraid of leg humping this time. Or stuttering, or drooling all over myself. Ok, that’s a lie. I am afraid of drooling all over myself. I probably won’t be able to get close enough for Axl to see it-so it’s ok.

This time I’m afraid for my personal health. I might die.
I could have a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or like an aneurysm or something. Arthritis from attempting to crowd surf. Incontinence from yelling so loud. Whatever crappy stuff happens to seniors.

Who would have thought that I’d be in my 30’s finally getting to see my teenage band idols?

Think I’ll be the only Grandma there??

Side note: Blogger, your editing tools blow me. Srsly guys. When I put in a double space, that's what I want to see, not 4 double spaces. And when I upload a picture-I want it to land where my cursor is placed, not at the beginning of my post. Step it up guys. For reals.