Me: Oh! Dude! Maroon 5 is coming to town and tickets go on sale on saturday!!!
Husband:Maroon 5? I don't know who that is.
Me:???????(Shocked look on face)
Husband: What do they sing?
Me:(singing) It's not over tonight, just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night, I won't go home without you!
Husband: Oh yeah, that song you sing ALL THE TIME.
Me: (singing) Sunday Morning rain is falling, share some cover share some skin.....No?
Husband: (shakes his head)
Me:(singing) She will be loved, she will be loved.
Husband: (Shakes his head as he tries to walk away) uh, no.
Me:(singing) Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed, don't you care about me anymore, care about me? I don't think so!
Husband:(really tries to walk away now.)
Me: Oh come on! They are like my favorite band right now, and you have no idea? How can that be? Don't I talk about them?
Husband: No.
So here is my theory. I probably DO talk about Maroon 5 and he just doesn't listen.
Sadly, I probably won't be going to this totally awesome concert. Unless anyone out there in Internet space can figure out how I can come up with $300 in two days. Anyone? Anyone?
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WHAT?!! 300 smackaroos? that's a lot of money....I can just imagine how much in groceries I can get with that...or lots of new shirts that I need...=o) That's the silly stuff that goes on in my head when I see prices like that. goooood band. love them. I know you like going to concerts, but at that price, I'd rather get the CD and listen to it really loud in my car! hehehe.
Well, that's for two tickets, I don't want to go by myself....
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