The other day on the radio, I heard the intro to a phone interview that piqued my curiousity, and the DJ played a song from the artist he was about to interview. I was laughing my butt off, because the singer, Richard Cheese, had taken Motley Crue's Girls, Girls, Girls and made it into a crooner's lounge song. I enjoyed the interview--the guy is funny and unpretentious and got that funny innuendo going on with his name, Dick Cheese. He's about to start a Small Dick tour in the summer. I wrote down the website, www.iloverichardcheese.com, and am going to get Mower tickets for him and a friend for his birthday. Mower doesn't read the blog, so it should be a complete surprise for him. I'll just tell him to dress nice and have his friend come pick him up, so he has no clue of what's going on.

But before all that, we are going to see Larry the Cable Guy at the Rodeo, three days before our anniversary. We have a wonderful babysitter set up, and I am praying that Handsome doesn't stay up all night, since it's a weeknight. I'm excited to go. I think he is hilarious. We got one of his CD's and listened to it when the kids were asleep in the car when we drove to Chicago, and I just about peed my pants several times. I think I'll wear a maxi pad to the concert, regardless of the time of the month, just in case I pee a little.