My poor, poor husband. Attempting to play his game. Microphone to the other online players still on.
Me, in the background, but not nearly quiet enough to be background noise...
"Want to go to there! WANT. WANT." Insert whining here.
"I have to go, guys," he says. "Have to make the wife happy."
I love being on the email list for the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra. Granted, we haven't been yet, and this was the first email from them that peaked my interest, but still. Worth it.
I was having a cow.
Idina Menzel.
Elphaba. Maureen. Original coach of Vocal Adrenaline. Married to and procreating with Taye Diggs. There is nothing this woman cannot do!
And we're seeing her from the middle of the 6th row in January, with a full orchestra backing her. If she asks me to moo, I am mooing. If you get that reference, high fives and musical-nerd respect, yo.
And we're not going to the grocery this week. I can stay on a budget! Watch me! I hate money. As in not having enough of it. The husband better get ready for some fish. Our freezer is full of fish. Does that sound dirty? I mean it literally. Sorry...
Someone is on a very strange, intoxicating high from excitement. I don't know what else I would get high on. Cake? Anyway, if it was possible for me to jog, I would do that right now. I can barely sit still. Awesome future date!
Moo with me! Mooooooooooooooo! Mooooooooooooo!
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