Livin' on a Prayer

Aaaaaaahhhhhh Jon. Yes Jon. We are on a first name basis. Last night Jess and I attempted to re-live 1987 and experienced possibly the best concert EVER. For about 2 and a half hours we were transported to our youth where we swooned over the cute guy on stage and screamed out lyrics till our throats hurt. No husbands, no kids, no bills to pay or laundry to do - just the sweet high that comes with remembering the days of no responsibility and acid wash jeans. We were thankful that the private jet carrying our heart-throb made a safe landing after skidding off the runway in Hamilton. Imagine a world with no more Jon Bon Jovi - I refuse to go there!

Well back to reality, the dishwasher needs un-loading and the carpet won't vacuum itself.

"Have a Nice Day"