I've been thinking I should keep this a secret. I've been thinking that you never really know someone no matter how long you live with them. I thought I knew my mommy...and then it happened.
Mommy was working from home and around 11:25 flipped on channel 5 to catch the end of Rachel Ray because she needed a brain break.
She squealed like nothing I'd ever heard before. Something like a 14 year old girl.
She squealed because (sob) these guys were coming on.
I'm named for Jimi Hendrix, my beans have seen the Rolling Stones and Tom Petty multiple times. Mommy has seen Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, James Taylor in concert and even has Nine Inch Nails on her Ipod. She told me that if these guys (I will NOT say their name)come to Cincinnati that she and her friend are "totally there."
I need some niptinis and a lot of nip to even try and wrap my brain around this. I'm staying under here until mommy goes gets some mental help. This is even worse than her admitting she is a Bengals fan!
You all still respect me right?? Right??