A couple of days ago Mom pulled me in the infamous wagon around the block to check the mail. We hit the mother load!
Mom got her tickets to the Cure concert and I got my passport so that I can finally go visit my beloved anytime she calls. I mean, anytime she calls and I have a wad of cash, I can call a taxi, and figure out how to get through airport security without more than 3 ounces of liquid in my pull-up. Man, this is gunna be harder than I thought.
All teasing about the concert should be directed to Mom directly. My blog can't handle that level of activity.