Whoopee ti yi yo
Get along, little Jonesies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
Did y'all like that? It made me think of third grade.
Tomorrow we're handing our house keys and our dog over to a sitter. We're leaving the blazing hot, humid flatlands and heading to the not-as-hot, crisp, mountainous glory that is Jackson Hole. Praise be to God. And we're flying.
Our date with George was amazing. I had recently gone to the NKOTB concert and been sorely disappointed in how gross their new songs are and how offensive they were when they spoke at the microphone. That's why I never wrote about it. I was so sad that it wasn't the same innocent concert from my childhood. After that, I swore that if George Strait disappointed me I would renounce Texas and leave forever. No worries, y'all, because George was a gentleman. My favorite moments were when he sang "Heartland," "The Chair," and "Troubador." I had given these tickets to Curt for Father's Day and even though we sat so high I had to close my eyes at first, he loved it as much as I hoped he would. Maybe those seats will have prepared us to dwell at an elevation higher than sea level for the next 2 weeks.
I'm officially awake at 1:00 AM for the fourth night in a row. Why am I such an idiot? My left eyelid has been twitching like crazy for lack of sleep. If you happen to see me in the airport tomorrow, please don't think I'm winking at you.