So I've been shirking my blogging responsibilities lately.
There's really only one excuse for my neglect (other than the usual Christmas insanity, of course).
I've been on a world rock tour, posing as my super secret alter-ego, Slash, the emo-punk-metal goddess lead guitarist for the band Thrashing Wet Puppies.
Don't believe me? You scoff at my guitar goddess status?
This is me:
Slash
I picked up a new guitar in New York, some bitchin' ink in Amsterdam, and some kickin' threads in Tokyo.
And I didn't even leave home to do it.
You too can vicariously re-live your garage band youth without leaving your home. Shirk your responsibilities, let your dishes pile up, let your laundry hampers overflow, be the supah star that you always knew you were!
I bring you, my new latest addiction...
I bought the game for myself.... ahem... I mean my kids for xmas.
As if the bleeding blisters on my left hand were not gratification enough, being dubbed the coolest mom evah by your 13 year old son as he kicks his best friend off the plastic guitar to have you play in "Freaking Hard Mode" because you wail on the guitar solo to "Enter Sandman" by Metallica is pretty sweet, too.
I'll check in again soon when the private jet reaches Sydney.
Until then...
Rock on, dudes!
<3,
~Jane
2 comments:
Make the other kid your personal assistant and get to work on the dishes and laundry. Call it indentured servitude for thier collage money
Ahhh...
Excellent idea. And in the past, that worked quite well. But now, you see, one kid is my drummer and the other kid is my roadie. Who else is going to feed my diet coke addiction?! Without the short one to be the diet coke runner, I'd be jonesin'.
The only answer is adoption.
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