So I married a Rock Star…
Edgar bought himself an early Christmas present – Guitar Hero. He knows that with the baby coming, our Christmas presents will consist of diapers, wipes and baby poop.
In a past life, Edgar claims that he was Jimi Hendrix. I kinda wish he was a Rock Star in this life, cause we’d have a hell of a lot more money then we do now. But, whatever. He probably has days where he wishes I was a Swedish swimsuit model, but he’s wise enough to keep his mouth shut about that one.
Here he is rocking out with his Guitar:
And here he is playing a slower ballad: