I was there. I was at your Toronto concert on August 11. I saw your tattoo with my name on it. I saw the picture of me you had taped to your heart.
But you didn't talk to me.
Or invite me backstage.
Not even a wave.
Or a wink.
Nothing.
You just played some of my favourite songs ever as if I wasn't around. Like you didn't even write them for me.
Pfft.
I talked to my husband and he says it is OK if you come to our house for dinner. He also said it is OK if you come to our house to clean it, because it is one of Momma's fantasies. But I am just not sure if you have forgotten about me or you are playing hard to get.
I know there is Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Simpson and all of those other rich, powerful, beautiful celebrities with perfect faces and drop dead gorgeous bodies.
But they aren't me.
They don't know every single word to all of your songs.
They don't read your blog....obsessively.
They don't accept your mistakes.
They don't like it when you wear pink bandannas around your head.
And accepting my offer to come clean my house would have been even better.
Maybe next time you're in Toronto??????
Love,
This post was inspired by MamaKat's weekly prompts. Go here to see other completed assignments.
9 comments:
so i guess you wouldn't mind if he showed up to clean your house wearing that awesome ding sling?
;)
How rude!
;)
What a tease! lol
The jerk!
Hmmm,
Blogs about your hubby get 30 comments. Blogs about John Mayer....5? I think your wasting your time on that loser. Plus, hubby wouldn't be caught dead in any of that apparel. Looks like you'd be better off focusing on someone who really appreciates you than this walking fashion faux pas..
Dear Bluegrass Daddy
I sense a bit of jealousy. No worries. Hubby is still #1 in my eyes! Love Momma
Yowza! I coulda done without the photo of his junk, but I'll be OK... I hope he reads your post. :oP
He's so in his own world. Especially wearing that horrible neon green thing. I mean, REALLY? OY!
I was with you until the banana hammock. :-)
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