Something I learned today...

Front row tickets to Sesame Street Live don't mean squat when you are half the state away riding around on a motorcycle!!

Dear Christopher,

Remember how Mom went and got FRONT ROW tickets to SSL for me and you and was thrilled beyond thrilled?

Well, on the way back from lunch today, Mom is enjoying the dulcet tones of a Harley warming up in the parking lot and a flash of "Basic Motorcycle Training Course" popped into her brain and she mentally jumped up and down and yelled (mentally), "Fuckidy! fuck! fuck! It is the same day you eejit!"

And seeing as how the motorcycle class has been paid for since before Christmas...it puts us in a pickle.

I guess I can try to sell the tickets and go for some tickets in a different town on a different weekend, but we probably won't have FRONT ROW seats.

Sorry your mom has C.R.A.F.T.*

Love,
Mom

I take nice photos though...

*Can't remember a fucking thing.