You know what really grinds my gears?
Getting a 2 a.m. picture text from my husband of himself and the absolute hottest front man, Adam Levine. Mind you, my husband was on a business trip and was out “networking” (aka ordering bottle service and drinking till 4 am) with clients. Bastard.
He knows how much I love him, and he knows how much shit I give him for his late night “business meetings” at clubs, but he was the one passed the fuck out at a Maroon 5 concerts not me..and he got to take a picture with Mr. Levine. Unfair I tell you.
Yes, that would be Adam Levine & my husband. Drool.
It’s bad enough that he woke me up from a dead sleep to share this picture with me, but I was so amped up from seeing my 2 favorite men that I couldn’t fall back asleep. If I knew that less than 4 hours later the baby would be waking me up, I probably would punched myself in the face to force myself back to sleep. Instead, I was in zombie mode all day and extremely bitter that he was out getting wasted with celebrities and I was stuck here wiping asses and getting awoke at the butt crack of dawn by blood curling screams.
Again, payback is a bitch.
-Amanda
