in which I cheap out and let my radio do the talking, er, posting
Trouble don't last always.
Okay. A little heavy. But exhilarating.
Nope. I don't remember April.
A rumor! Of the sun!
That did it...
I could use an hour with a chairman. Or a phone call even.
But that IS how glory goes, isn't it?
Some Rigoletto to distract me.
What? Oh, all right.
Well hello yourself.
Sigh.
I love me some Prokofiev.
It IS okay that I'm this way.
Are you ready for the big finish?
I missed the shot. It was Chicago, doing FEELING STRONGER EVERY DAY.
And that, my friends, is how I spent four minutes of the 5 hours sitting in my car the other night while Middle was inside an arena watching his very favorite band.
Stayed tuned as tomorrow I will deliver my report on what goes on in the parking lot of a major sports arena during a four hour concert.
Yes, there will be pictures.
Comments
(weren't you a little scared all alone in a car in a parking lot at night?)
I look forward to part II.
My parents would have never done that for ...oh man, can I go back and start again please?
Jump back Jack!!!
See, now don't you wish you were a reader?
By the way, did you look to see if the concert place had a parents lounge? Alot of them do these days.
Just a thought.
You're a much greater Mom than I. Sincerely.
You are a good Mom, indeed! Hat's off.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhRCVm-1r2k
Until I got to the end.
And I saw a vision of the future.
And I was very disturbed.
Hopefully not five hours worth.
Jayzus.
You should be AWARDED for what you did there.
Nap Time!.