Let me remind you that my husband is 22 years older than me. {22 and a half but he hates the half part}

I have said before about how I honestly don’t think about the age difference. Sure he’s older, but do I think about it? Not at all… Until…



When I found out the Backstreet Boys were going to have a stint in Vegas, I just KNEW I had to be there! I figured it wouldn’t be a problem convincing the hubs to go because Vegas is home away from home. We have been there so many times, he’s been probably 25 times more than me, and well, he just loves Vegas. So while I felt like I could convince him to GO, I knew he would turn up his nose at the reason why.

He agreed to go on one condition: I would go with him to either a Journey concert or whoever the guy is that sings Margaritaville {cannot remember his name for the life of me}. Y’all– that’s a hard decision! I mean come one… Journey? No clue who that is!!! He tells me stories about how these songs take him back to high school, and remind him of driving like a bat out of hell to get home by curfew, and dances, and yada yada….

But he doesn’t know all the words to “I want it that way”?????????? ┬áMy heart is just broken…

Long story short… we are going to Vegas. And I, sigh, am going on a journey to see Journey.

For Now,