And I’m driving a stolen car.

In less than eight hours I’ll be standing in a big building with Jeff¬†and Bruce Springsteen. (I’ve heard other people will be there, too.) This will be Jeff’s tenth time seeing Mr. Springsteen. It will be my third.

When I first saw him (in 2008) it went a little bit like this:

I'll be like Courteney Cox! Sort of!

When I saw him in 2009, this happened:

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I’m all kicks and giggles about tonight for three reasons: 3. Date Night. 2. Bruce Springsteen. 1. I get to see a friend whom I haven’t seen in six years and she’s a knitter and an animal lover and has it really been six years?!

Unrelated: I talked about Nancy Reagan three times in the past week which is more than I’ve EVER talked about Nancy Reagan. 1. On Tuesday I told the girls about the Just Say No campaign. 2. On Wednesday I told the girls that Nancy Reagan was dead. (She wasn’t. Yet.) 3. Yesterday I told the girls that Nancy Reagan didn’t really endorse Hillary Clinton, despite what the Internet has told us.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this.

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3 thoughts on “And I’m driving a stolen car.”

  1. EnVeeeeeeeeOus!!!!!!!!!

    Hope you kids have a superfantabulous time tonight (how could you not?)!

    Take us all with you in your head, OK?

  2. Okay, you sent me to Zappos and now I have a $350+ charge on my Visa. Hopefully, at least one of those pairs of shoes will not fit so I can stay solvent. (I love appos. Can you tell?)

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