Ah, Randy Jackson. Jenny and I were remembering the days when neither of us knew our husbands individually… but rather as a collective unit: theRandys. One was the front man, the funny, rounder guy. The other, the straight man, his quieter, skinny sidekick. They’d been friends for years. They were roommates. Then I met Randy...
Monthly Archives: August 2008
Road Trip!
So on Thursday my mom calls me and tells me that my sister and her friends (hanging out in Nashville, TN) had extra tickets to the Steven Curtis Chapman concert at the Biltmore Estate for Friday night. She was looking for someone to go with her, and wanted to borrow my economical car. I said,...