I admit it, I was totally feeling sorry for myself yesterday. I was in a pissy mood. Not because my DH had to go out to sea and miss the Billy Joel concert I'd bought tickets for months ago. But because not one of my sucky friends wanted to go with me. Friend #1: I don't like Billy Joel, Friend #2: I've seen him before, Friend#3: I don't really do concerts anymore.

Now this was a FREE ticket. Row G (as in right up front can see the sweat!). Noone would go with me so I was feeling like a big loser and that my friends sucked donkeys. I'm still ******. They can all kiss my tookus for now.

Then suddenly, I got a call....DH's flight out to the ship was cancelled and he was coming home (bless those pilots!).

It was so wonderful. Last time I saw him was about 18 years ago. I sang every song and got a bit misty eyed. He's just as wonderful as I remembered. (billy joel....not my DH!) I was so happy my DH got to go with me. It made it all the better. I'm not sure what it is about him, but I just love Billy Joel. He's such an excellent story teller.