Cynde and I are going to San Manuel Indian Casino to see Wayne Newton!
Are you dying? Because I'm dying. I can't stop giggling over it. It's only the funniest thing that has ever happened to me.
And I owe it all to my super awesome sisters. Katie saw it advertised at the newspaper and got on the phone with the gals and got me some tickets for an early birthday present. And then she called Cynde up and asked her to come out for the occasion. And then on Saturday, as I was chopping pineapple, the entire fam had suddenly gathered around me and presented me with two tickets and two pairs of very disturbing/amazing bedazzled granny panties to throw at him, should the mood strike, which, I'm sure it will.
They apologized for it not being in Vegas but I'm pretty sure that seeing him at an Indian casino may be even funnier.
I mentioned that my nephews showing up at my door step was the best surprise ever. This is a close second.
Thanks ladies! Knecht Girls Rock!
(Speaking of which, today is the last day for voting. (Has this lasted 18 years or what?) Vote early and often. Have I mentioned that I think you're wonderful?)