No really, check me out. I’m a homeless hobo hoping for a nickel or maybe a hot cup of coffee. Spike that with some bourbon and I’ll give you a kiss. Yes, you heard me. A kiss. Smooch. Un baccio. Don’t lie, you are really excited, aren’t you?
If you are wondering if I left the house in this ensemble, the answer would be yes. Yes I did. I walked up the street to our mailbox and back. My neighbors peered out their windows and shuddered. I should add I was also wearing a knee length army coat with a fur hood, fleece sweatpants and Uggs.
I think I’m going to use this as my headshot from here on out. Set low expectations and then when people meet me in person they will be all, “OMIGOD YOU LOOK SO NICE!” or “You are such a underrated beauty!” or “Aw, did you find a warm place to stay last night with a shower?”
You know, whatever.
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{Florence and the Machine Concert at the Midland Kansas City – December 2011}
Did I ever tell you all how I won tickets to see Florence and the Machine back in December? A few weeks prior, the husband had emailed me and asked if I’d want to go see this particular show and I answered, “Um, hell yes” only to find tickets were already sold out. Womp, womp. This was especially sad because the husband never, ever, ever wants to go to live concerts, and the thought that he may actually want to go to one that I was dying to see was fairly awesome. Whatever, sadsies, I moved on.
Then, on the day of the show, a radio DJ who I have a slight girl crush on (and think we are best friends because we met twice at Rock the Vote events back in the day AND she follows me on Twitter…BFFs 4 LIFE!) tweeted that the first people to respond to her would get free tickets. And guess who won?
(If you didn’t guess me, then you are an idiot.)
It was an incredible show. Florence has one of those voices that makes you want to cry, it’s so powerful. At one point Trent said his ears actually hurt, she was so good. Plus, Trent and I hadn’t had a real date night like that in ages, and it made me remember how much I actually like the guy. I know, that sounds mean, but when you share a life and kids with someone, there are times when you can get bogged down in the day to day mundane-ness of existing. This is especially true around the holidays, when every day is a frantic race to get it all done. It’s so easy to forget about the good stuff.
{Good Stuff = Bears in Sombreros}
Dear Husband,
Sometimes you drive me crazy and I disagree with everything that comes out of your mouth. But you’re the only guy I want next to me when I’m being accosted by a bear in a sombrero. Thanks for sticking with me and finding that perfect spot in the crowd so I had the best view of Flo. I love you.
Love,
Your Wife
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No really, check me out. I’m a homeless hobo hoping for a nickel or maybe a hot cup of coffee. Spike that with some bourbon and I’ll give you a kiss. Yes, you heard me. A kiss. Smooch. Un baccio. Don’t lie, you are really excited, aren’t you?
If you are wondering if I left the house in this ensemble, the answer would be yes. Yes I did. I walked up the street to our mailbox and back. My neighbors peered out their windows and shuddered. I should add I was also wearing a knee length army coat with a fur hood, fleece sweatpants and Uggs.
I think I’m going to use this as my headshot from here on out. Set low expectations and then when people meet me in person they will be all, “OMIGOD YOU LOOK SO NICE!” or “You are such a underrated beauty!” or “Aw, did you find a warm place to stay last night with a shower?”
You know, whatever.
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/2 Comments/in Blond, Fun, Trent /by MeganDid I ever tell you all how I won tickets to see Florence and the Machine back in December? A few weeks prior, the husband had emailed me and asked if I’d want to go see this particular show and I answered, “Um, hell yes” only to find tickets were already sold out. Womp, womp. This was especially sad because the husband never, ever, ever wants to go to live concerts, and the thought that he may actually want to go to one that I was dying to see was fairly awesome. Whatever, sadsies, I moved on.
Then, on the day of the show, a radio DJ who I have a slight girl crush on (and think we are best friends because we met twice at Rock the Vote events back in the day AND she follows me on Twitter…BFFs 4 LIFE!) tweeted that the first people to respond to her would get free tickets. And guess who won?
(If you didn’t guess me, then you are an idiot.)
It was an incredible show. Florence has one of those voices that makes you want to cry, it’s so powerful. At one point Trent said his ears actually hurt, she was so good. Plus, Trent and I hadn’t had a real date night like that in ages, and it made me remember how much I actually like the guy. I know, that sounds mean, but when you share a life and kids with someone, there are times when you can get bogged down in the day to day mundane-ness of existing. This is especially true around the holidays, when every day is a frantic race to get it all done. It’s so easy to forget about the good stuff.
Dear Husband,
Sometimes you drive me crazy and I disagree with everything that comes out of your mouth. But you’re the only guy I want next to me when I’m being accosted by a bear in a sombrero. Thanks for sticking with me and finding that perfect spot in the crowd so I had the best view of Flo. I love you.
Love,
Your Wife