Blanket.

I get a call from my husband (who has obviously lost his mind) about going

to the infamous Hangout Music Festival in Gulf Shores this year. I had already looked into going because Jack White and Wilco will be performing (two of our faves). However, upon further investigation I discovered that the tickets are $200 A PIECE!! No, there is nothing wrong with your screen... That would be 2-0-0 PER PERSON for a staggering total of $400! Now, maybe he is stashing a way a wad of cash somewhere that I

don't know about... but other than that...

NOT. GONNA. HAPPEN. I enjoy a good concert as much as the next kid... but I could think of about a million other worthy causes the money could go toward... including (but not limited to) a TV in our bedroom, a weekend getaway, a new dresser (b/c I can't even put clothes in the one for Barry), etc...

Apparently, because I am logical and economical...

I am officially a "wet blanket." So be it.