Now that the shameless self-promotion is done I can get to the things that matter.
I can almost see my obliques again. I cannot tell you how happy that makes me. I'm shallow.
TGB: We're going on a cruise with Frank Turner in March!
Me: You mean, I'm going on a cruise with Nigel Powell!
TGB: My husband is gay.
Yes, I'm definitely going to hell... (this wasn't the last time he played this)
Since she told me about the cruise I've been on a health kick. My gorgeous wife on a ship with the man who makes her flick the bean like it's a speed bag in need of punishment is quite the motivator. By the time we get on the boat I expect to make the roadies and their girlfriends' moist.
It's her last day with me so I'm gonna do stuff to her. While she thinks about Frank.
Don't care, still getting mine!
|Me and Mr. Nigel Powell|