My husband spent a fun filled week in Denver last week, and returned to us Sunday night. Actually, it was work, and he worked very hard at a trade show, and even taught a 3 hour class. (sing it with me…. A Three hour Class)
Their company puts on a shin-dig for their partners and special guests, and this year’s theme was “Party like a rock star”. When people pulled up to this private club, they had press and paparazzi and groupies yelling and cheering for them, just like they were stars on the red carpet. I wonder how much they paid to hire “groupies”. I so would have done that job. Anyway, inside there was an open bar, which isn’t all that exciting to us Mormon folks, but he said it was a good party. They also had tattoo artists there, who were doing temporary tattoos for all the guests. Fun, huh? No needles, no pain, and it’s not permanent.
When Ryan came home, he had to show me his “tats” (is that the right street language there? I’m such a square!), and I was impressed.
I mean, there’s my name right there on my hubby’s arm! Wow! That’s true love for you! It’s going to be there forever and ever and EVER! Well, until he washes it off, that is. And that’s not all. He even had one done on the other arm!
There you have it, folks. My husband loves me AND my alter ego. How cool is that?!
Fun! Now, how come you didn’t get to go with him??
I asked Paige if she wanted to come with me to Denver, but she decided that maybe with all the kids in school (and soccer and marching band and John’s birthday and everything else) and the fact that in Denver she wouldn’t see me that much anyway, that this wasn’t the trip for her to come along.
Anna Marie’s performance dance last year was to that song – so thanks, Paige, for making it run through my head all day!