My weekend was amazing for so many reasons, the main one being that I didn’t have to go anywhere yesterday. I stayed in my pajamas all day…and when Tony offered to go to the grocery store and asked if I wanted to join him…I said yes – as long as I could stay in my pajamas. And so I did.
Saturday night was fun. I had a few drinks, but did not get drunk. I think those days are over for me…I mean, I’m sure I will have my moments where the alcohol just sneaks up on me and I get annihilated at the most inopportune time, but for the most part…it’s just not like it used to be. I still had fun, and I loved being there for Tony since I don’t get to come to his gigs very often. Here are a few photos of him doin’ his thang:
Every time I look at that second picture, I laugh, because if I could bet money on what Tony looks like when he’s constipated on the toilet…that’s exactly what I would guess. (Hi Babe! I hope you’re not filing for divorce as I type because I’ve just soiled your reputation as a Rock Star by posting an unflattering picture…and by referring to you on the toilet…constipated. You really should know by now that almost nothing is sacred. )
Good Times.
*Update*
Found this and decided that I must post it…my tribute to constipation…
How come all our family conversations lead to bowel movements??? Tony might find this strange but we all know where it comes from, flatulence is funny!!!
I wanted to come see him Friday night and was just way too tired. I couldn’t keep my eyes open at my crocheting get together before he was playing. I like the second picture. He kind of reminds me of Beeker from the Muppets. He’s just missing the hair.