I'm in love with Michael Buble. Is this crazy?
Haha. I mean I'm married.
But everytime I hear one of his songs on the radio, my heart skips a beat.
I'm in love with the man's voice. And his songs are just so, so freakin' romantic.
One of my husband's best friends even looks like Michael Buble.
I swear everytime I see David, I'm like, OMG!
Lol. I'm not kidding.
One day I'm gonna figure out a way to inconspiculously snap a picture of David and prove that he's like Buble's long lost twin or something.
Anyways, I have no good blog material for tonight, which is why I'm confessing my love for Michael Buble.
I'm currently listening to his song, "Save the Last Dance." And eating birthday cake. Today. Or more correct to say, since it's like past midnight now, yesterday was my mother's birthday.
She's now 54. And I'm starting to feel old. Just because she'd getting old.
Not that she acts it or remotely looks it, but still...
Anyways, adios. I'm off to do more swooning.
Lived Through by Mandie Described at 10:00 PM