In the car yesterday morning, I heard a woman win last minute tickets to the rodeo to go see Brad Paisley that night. She was 32. She was excited...sounded like she planned on going.
I thought: in my pre-Anna life, if we'd have had a chance to go last minute like this lady, we probably would. Even if I don't even know who Brad Paisely is (and I kinda don't). I thought:
-this lady must not have kids
-if she does have kids, she must have a great last-minute babysitter or family nearby
I don't know why this was all in my head, but I really did consciously think: if someone offered us last-minute tickets to any event these days, we'd probably have to pass because we'd have no sure babysitter access.
I kept driving.
An hour later, I'm on the phone with Paul. One of his clients came in to offer him 2 Brad Paisely tickets for that very night. Ha.
He was flattered and asked if I wanted to go. I had to be the downer: what would we do with Anna?
He gave the tickets to one of his employees instead.
Besides, I really don't even know who Brad Paisley is.
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That's funny. You are such a grown up momma now.
I was at that concert :) My overall thought for the evening? Turn down that music, it's too loud. I'm old.
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