"It is way too damn hot here!"

[almosthonest]

Yes, Michael Buble, it IS way too damn hot here in Fresno. Heh. God, I love him to pieces. He was absolutely dynamite tonight, and it made for a great first Buble experience. He was witty, snarky, adorable, and sang so good. His version of "Smile" totally breaks me, as did his particular rendition of his song "Home" tonight. Sigh. He was well worth the $74 I paid for my basically...4th row seat. He was fabulous. And I got some decent photos. Hooray!

Jann Arden was his opening act, and she was great. She's hysterically funny, and "Good Mother" got me a bit weepy. My beloved best friend bookofdays knows why. ;)

The past two evenings have just renewed my spirit. I go back to work on Tuesday, and I am actually looking forward to it, but this week off has been great. I've caught up on sleep, and have written a bit here and there, yay.

I have GOT to finish this Sam Seaborn claim before it kills me. It's taking voer my brain, and the Sam muse is cooperating, but not for this particular prompt. He wants to be angsty! Grr.

Happy, happy. And now, I drag myself off to bed. Sticking Rascal Flatts and Michael Buble into the CD player, and me go sleep. Sheesh.

GIP from the concert. Whee. Night!