So’s (that’s for my Yankee friend) I bought Alicia Keys tickets as an anniversary president (Dora word) for my husband and myself. I believe they have been sitting in my closet under my talking Smurf clock for over a month. OVER A MONTH! Didn’t tell him for 29 days, cause I think I’m so cool. Please keep in mind that I have never been able to surprise Secret Government name “Leonidas” (because my lucky ass has a hubby that looks like the dude from 300) with anything. EVER. He has a secret government job that enables him to read minds and see through walls, so he is wicked scary. Therefore, the fact that I had kept those tickets tucked away was something for me to be proud of! Yeah, not anymore. I told him all about ‘em. You may be thinking, “When, pray tell, did you do this?” LAST NIGHT! That is correct. The night before. You may also want to ask, “Why, dumb ass, did you tell him?” He asked me. Yep. I caved on the 30th day. No water torture, no electric shock, not even a twitch of the eyelid. He just asked me, his beautiful blue eyes searching my not so beautiful, not so blue eyes for the truth, and I rolled on myself. I don’t think he even believes me at this point, since it was way too easy. I embarrass myself.
Oh well! At least it’s a concert and not the fact that I maxed out the credit cards on , right? RIGHT!!?!? I can’t resist funny t-shirts.....