Miley Cyrus

I spent the better part of my morning figuring out how to get tickets to the Miley Cyrus concert in November. Last year when she toured I didn't think the girl would even know what a concert was. I took her to the movie instead. At the end she said, "I thought we were going to see the REAL Hannah Montana." Crap.

This morning I became an official member of Miley World for 30 bucks. I then could receive a code for presale tickets. I waited patiently for 10:00 am to roll around so I could buy them. My first two attempts never went through...error on the page. Third one did. Four tickets on the floor, 10th row. The girl will be pleased once I can tell her.

I can't tell her anything, ever, until the day we are going. Otherwise every single day until said event I will hear, "When are we going? Today? Tomorrow? How long? WHEN?" I can't take it.

She lost a tooth this past weekend. Well, more like had it ripped from her. She bit something that made it very loose and then we took it out. It wasn't ready to come out...she got 20 bucks.

Busy weeks to come. Hoping to make it to the beach this weekend, weather permitting.