Rockford’s parents volunteered to watch the kids this week so I could join Rockford on a business trip. While it’s been beyond lovely to do absolutely nothing these last few days, I miss the babies something awful. I think that’s why it’s been so quiet here lately.
I do, however, need to tell you something. And that something is as follows:
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p.s. I read in my hotel-issued USA Today this morning that Bret Michaels is upset that no one from the Tonys has checked in to see how he’s doing after his mishap at the awards show. Now, I haven’t yet asked the Internet what the mishap was, exactly, so I can’t side with either party. But I would like to know this: Why was Bret Michaels at the Tonys? Hmm? “Rock of Love: The Musical (featuring CC DeVille)”? If that’s the case — Hello Awesomeness, I’m heading to Broadway.
p.p.s. Oh, He got squashed. It looks like that hurt. They definitely should’ve sent him flowers.
Where’d y’all go? Some place good?
A Free Man´s last blog post: “Come on, save my soul. I need some sugar in my bowl.“
That depends on your definition of “good,” Chris.