Who let the middle-aged mother of two out? Who, who, who, who, who?

Or is it woof? Who cares, it makes the song no less annoying and forever stuck in your head. One of many reasons I avoid sporting events. I digress...

This is Rhett Miller. He's hot. I can say that because my husband has a man-crush on him. He is the lead singer for my favorite band, The Old 97's.

Old 97's concert, two huge meals that both included chips and salsa, great movie (Crazy Heart, I highly recommend it), some cool mid-century modern antique stores, and great friends. Bliss.