Dear Julianne...

Dear Julianne Hough,
So today I went to the fair. These are my kids playing in the dirty germ/urine filled corn.
They're cute hu? Yeah, I know.





So my sister, mom and I went to go see you today. And we got to the concert and were all like:


And then this band came to entertain us:

and I was like "Wow! He looks like a pirate!"


And then I remembered that someone else may or may not have that same shirt...and she may or may not have been wearing it that night. So I shut my mouth.
And then we got a little bored...

and questioned the opening act

and then we were all "I can't take it anymore!!"

But then this guy came out and made it all better.


And then the opening band left...and we waited for you...for 40 minutes...

But then you finally came! And I was like:

And not because it was you...but because you actually had a headband on your forehead. So I quickly had to text someone else who also enjoys a ridiculous cute little headband on the forehead.



But then fortunately sadly it fell of your head. And left you with a big fat rubber band indent on your forehead. Bummer.
I thought you were from Utah? When you sing you have a southern accent?? You must have grown up in Spanish Fork.

And I was super impressed with all the big name band members you have. A little Tommy Lee...

you even had a little Kristen Stewart...

and now we know where this guy has been the last 13 years:

But this one was my all time favorite

Way to rock it Joel. It's totally him, right? Silly Jules. Can I call you that? Since we're tight now? It's just that Julianne is really long. And it's really like multiple names put together anyway...so this works for me.

You had a fun concert. I couldn't understand a word you sang though :( But when you stopped singing, I did understand you. And it wasn't pretty. Maybe you should stick to mumbled singing...or dancing. *{{hugs}}* I still love you though Jules.


Then, after 20 minutes of my mom heckling me to walk up to you, I finally gave in and did. Since Jaime and I were like sitting in your lap, I tried to ask you if you needed a ride to church tomorrow, or if you wanted me to give you this months visiting teaching message, but you totally ignored me. So then we looked around us and noticed we were the only people crowding the stage that were over the age 16. *Embarrassing*


If you change your mind and need a ride to church tomorrow, let me know. I should go now. When I blog late at night I ramble a bit. Thanks for the sweet night. I fear the flashing spotlights on the audience may give my mother another stroke, but other than that it was pretty fun. If I were in high school I would have stuck around and bought you a dough boy, but I'm now a married woman with a child to suckle, so I had to split.
Tell Chucky hi for me.
-XOXO Julie
P.S. I like your shirt
P.S.S. Nix the headband next time :)