Dear Willie, I love you. Love, Me.
(PS, my husband and I are going to hear you, Merle and Ray play next week.
Pay him no mind, please. He means nothing to me, I swear.)
Pay him no mind, please. He means nothing to me, I swear.)
Long before I ever thought I would get married, I had an imaginary list of future husbands, including, but not limited to: Ethan Hawke, Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson, Steve Albini. . .hmmm, I'll think of several more that are escaping me right now.
However, then I met my schmoopsie poopsie, who has replaced all of them in my heart, and yesterday that little dear bought us tickets to see Willie live! I think that cow poke just lassoed my heart all over again.
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Oh! OH! I know that "they" say you either love Willie or hate him. I lerv him. I mean lurv him. I MEAN I LOVE THAT VOICE!
Oh yes, yes I do.
aaaah
so nice of your dh
so very nice.
steve albini? now that one cracks me up [would you call him fluss?]
Oooh, we saw a little snippet of Willie, Ray, and Merle on PBS this weekend and it was gooooood! That should be one heckuva show for sure.
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