Hey, you are NOT my husband, so stop reading this. Now!
Ok, Bob, it’s just you and me, baby. Seems I have been having a tough time talking to you lately. Like last night. Remember? Before you started snoring like a freight train? Five minutes after your head hit the pillow? Right after this little gem of a conversation?
“Bob, don’t you ever just want to pour your heart out to me? I mean, like all those deep things that are hidden inside and you just want to share them but you’re afraid? You know, like a little boy?”
“Um…..I think I may not be as deep as you think I am. Goodnight, baby.”
Fine. At least now we understand each other. Mr. Shallow. Mr. I Have No Feelings To Share. Mr. Snore Like A Freight Train.
Ok, maybe that was me snoring because I think I woke myself up due to the volume regardless… I have spent the morning thinking about your statement. Here’s what I have to say to that. You better watch this little video and then come home singing like Rob and playing like Carlos. I have your guitar out and ready. ?Comprende?
Te quiero, Roberto