OK, this is stupid!

On Saturday I will be going to see Bo at the Poker Run. Nothing fancy, just Bo coming in, probably having some things for auction and so forth. So WHY DO I HAVE BUTTERFLIES in my stomach every time I think about it? Good grief! I'm like a 13 year old girl. I saw him every day back in June during CMA Fest week. Did I have butterflies? NOOOOO. So why do I have them now?

I get this way every time I've gone without seeing him for a while. Now you must realize that I'm a spoiled Bo Ho. I have grown accustomed to seeing him a dozen or more times a year. This year has been scrimpy by my terms. Saturday is IT except for the Helena concert. IT. I.T. No more Bo this year. So I want Saturday to be awesome. And it's the anticipation of it that is making me nervous. Call me a spaz if you want to, the name fits.

Taking deep breaths help. Good lord, he's just a guy who sings good and looks luscious. I've seen him 50 times (literally). I'm met him almost that many, so many in fact that he knows my name. Maybe I'll calm down Saturday. I'll either jabber his ear off or clam up like a dork. I've done both in his presence. I know that we have got to be endless entertainment for him. Of course he goobs out in the presence of those he admires, so I'm in good company. The pot can't call the kettle black, now can it? ;)