Mr. J.T.

So last night my sister-in-laws and I had box seats to the Justin Timberlake concert at the Staples Center. All I can say is Edward who?? Justin was, and is, so freaking hot. I should be embarassed to write that, seeing as he is actually a year younger than me, and is a product of a boy band. But let me assure you, Justin has officially brought sexy back! lol! But really, the guy is so talented, you can't help but like him (or absolutely LOVE him, like in my case!). His show was incredible....one of the best concerts I have ever been to. He danced, sang, played the guitar, the piano, ran around the stage, and just emanated hotness the entire performance! It was a long show, too.....he played until after midnight. But did I get enough? Was I ready for it to be over? H#** no!!
Really, he is so dreamy, we had some binoculars that we were almost wrestling over. Nights like that though are not healthy because you come home, dreaming of something unattainable. You wake up to diapers and dishes and a husband who wants you to pick up his dry cleaning, and yet, all you can think of is Justin in his hot gray suit, dancing around the stage. I will admit it--seeing celebrities and concerts is depressing because it makes you feel so ordinary. I mean one guy, and 30,000 girls swooning over him? I love Jim, but he needs to get a three-piece suit, learn to dance, and grow some facial scruff ASAP!! :) Oh Justin....thanks for making the night of 3 desperate housewives!