on a magical evening in May, with this gorgeous specimen:
I just purchased two tickets to a Billy Currington concert. *jumping for joy!*
My husband told me he would accompany me to the concert if I want him to… but he said he doesn’t want to sit around watching me drool all evening (so if that’s the case, I should find a girlfriend to go with me).
Silly, silly little man.
There will undoubtedly be drooling. I can listen to his MUSIC at home. Duh.