Where's my Big Bubble?

This past weekend, D.J. and I went to the Sugarland Concert and it was amazing. I’m a big county music fan and I’ve finally converted D.J. He’s totally hooked and I think he has more country stations programmed in his car than I do… So, as part of our anniversary gift to each other, we went to the concert at the Sprint Center. Billy Currington opened for the duo and who knew he was such a hottie. I tell you what, that curly hair and tight t-shirt left me wanting more.

One of my favorite parts of the concert was during the encore, when they blew up these huge bubbles and then went crowd surfing in them. It was pretty spectacular. I really wish I had a bubble I could just wander around in whenever I wanted so I could escape the chaotic world and get all kinds of work done. Just me and my laptop; rolling through the work day without a care in the world. My bubble would spare me from the knee pain that keeps creeping back up on me; preventing me from running in my race. My bubble would shield me from the dirty ice machine at work. My bubble would allow me to have selective hearing so that I can pretend I don’t hear certain people when they try to talk to me, “What? What’s that you say? I can’t hear you, since I’m in a bubble. Don’t mind the fact that you can hear me… I still can’t hear you.” My bubble would be my sanctuary for just a few hours of the day. Because let’s face it, life’s no fun if you’re always in a bubble. Unable to go through doors, smell the freshly cut grass or touch the cutest puppy in the world. So, I’ll take the bubble every now and then so I can surf through a hard day, but I don’t want to abuse the bubble privileges.