Welcome to my Party

Hello! Come In! Welcome to the party! Yes I have decided to host a party. This one doesn't involve new flavors of ice cream or funky new products though. No give a ways at all actually. It's EVEN BETTER. Drum roll please....it's a pity party! Cue the small violins!~

Before you ask Scotty for more speed to warp outta here, bear with me for just a tiny moment. I DESERVE A TINY FRIGGIN MOMENT, don't I? Hey, I warned ya it was a pity party.

I just got an email from Hubs that TOBY KEITH is doing a concert and meet and greet for them today. First of all, that is very cool of Toby and just one of the reasons I like the guy. I think it it so cool to actually support the troops. Not saying you support the troops (although that's better than the alternative) but actually giving of your time and talent and getting NOTHING in return. No media coverage, no glory, not even the price of tickets. We love ya, Toby!

Hubs, on the other hand, just racked up a bit higher tab. I am stuck here at home, raising the kids, selling the house, planning a move and dealing with constant no notice house showings while he is off playing in the sand and sun, listening to TOBY KEITH!

Where is the justice, I ask you? Does he have every Toby song on his ipod? Well, ok he does, but only because I put them in itunes! Does HE sing along at the top of his loud but completely off key voice whenever they come on the radio? Nooooooo. He suffers from Trace Adkins delusions, but I digress. The point is that he gets the mine and I get the shaft. (Notice the clever reference to things that get mined...like Hearts on Fire diamond earrings in a very gorgeous yet tasteful 1.5 carat platinum solitaire setting. Just as an example.)

Some day I may actually be glad that he got to meet Toby Keith. Some day. Not today so much.