I have been wanting to see the musical, “Wicked”, ever since I read the book two years ago. I knew that it was coming to town last year and my hopes were SOOO high. Until I found out how expensive tickets were.

Oh well.

It’ll be back. Someday.

I had resigned myself to the fact that I would just have to hear about it from everyone else. That’s okay.

Until I saw them unloading trucks in front of the Civic Center on Tuesday night. Probably sparkle costumes and witch noses and green makeup and sparkle costumes. *Sigh*

And then, out of the blue, when I was relaying what I had seen, ChristopherKnightinShiningArmor said, “You really want to see it, don’t you?”

To which bedraggled blue girl said, “yeah…oh well…”

To which CKISA said to me, “Well, what if I told you I got tickets for our anniversary?”

Now HERE’S the kicker: Sweets KNEW that I would have loved loevd LOVED to have seen it with my mom and sissy.
So he bought THEM tickets too.

Wow wow wowowowowowowowowow

Now, please know that Christopher is NOT my knight in shining armor because he bought me wicked tickets.

He is my KISA because he knows what would speak volumes and volumes of love to me. He is thoughtful, SELFLESS (He is no longer attending Donald Miller’s lecture NOR is he going to Mute Math), loving, thoughtful, generous, and so so adorable.

Even if he didn’t buy me those tickets.