G's parents are in town, so both G and I were able to go to the gym together today. I got my lazy rear-end on the treadmill and tried to take the pain away by listening to the Killers. It worked! Sorry Tango and StrykerLove... I don't love running, but I wish I did.
Have I mentioned on this blog that I'm a big fan of the band? I think I have. I like all their albums, even their latest one that came out a month or two ago. G got me that one the day it came out to try to ease the stress in my life, and it worked!
I wish I didn't have to protect the good name of my baby on this blog. While he wasn't named after the Killers per se, let's put it this way: he does have a convenient name.
And while I was in Las Vegas visiting my friend Jackie a few weeks ago, I realized that she lives just a few minutes from Sam's Town (the name of their second album) and her husband actually lived there while their house was being built when he was a child!!!!!! How cool is that?
Anyway, G surprised me and Pee-Wee coordinating Killers shirts for Christmas. Don't we look so cool? (Pay attention to the shirts and Pee-Wee's jeans, not my face/hairdo. Thanks.)