...at least now we know who is wearing the (tight, tiny, white) pants in our relationship: while I was ironing my purple and yellow cotton handkerchiefs, she was watching some sports movie, that shows at least she's a girl, if it would have been a Packers (that's a team right?) Game...I might would have to check the gender...like they do with the Pope upon Popefication cause once the rumor goes, there was a woman on that Throne...
PS the Movie turned out to be Jerry Maguire, yep she's a girl
That's what's in out future...right now! You, Hollywood people better not step into the sleet...the van is moving...cookies too...and we have two fireplaces in our chalet, drive faster Jim, hurry home...tomorrow we shall fly to the sun...
...the things that become home, a suitcase bought in the snow in (yeah yeah again) Amsterdam that says LIV as in don't worry you are indeed still breathing...a lock and cable so your stuff is actually still there, the dressed up unicorn neck pillow in the front seat, the cute boy in the front row from last night with a nice tie that makes you miss the entrance to a song...
The far, tall chest connection made and remembered, cherished for it's onetimeness...now only virtual on the droid...as almost a promise for things to come?
I do hope so.
I got to rock. My neck hurt. Yeah.
Breathing?-check.
...emailing across the ocean? Making out? Vegan doughnuts? Deeptissue? Collecting nice shotglasses?
Oh I got it, loading gear!
...no really, there is nothing (even a post fantastic vacation blues) a good night of head shaking rocking can't fix...
well, some things unfortunately for sure, but its 814am and I am still in bed, early AIS (ass in seat) today to Seattle, so let's not think about the dark side of life shall (shan't?) we...(insert Life of Brian whistle song)
Clem is having a bath, hope she gets the whirls to work, I had a (still awesome as I got no tub) still one last night to smooth out the overworked neck muscles, the Applegate Lodge is oh so fine to spend the night in comfort and on a cowboy saddle for a chair as the childhood reminder, my Dad had made me one, I used to watch Hansel and Gretel opera version on a woodbock topped off by an English Saddle...
...the Duke sat in on Sax and I really liked it, nice fingers, Sean (Elko Soundmaster) came and Song got his darling candy front signed...now I'm sore and looking forward to the Coffee from somewhere. OUR POSTERS ARE AMAZING! Thank You Alan...
(PS the Droid did not work in Europe after I left England, so no travelnotes from oldcountry, it would only be about my love for Amsterdam anyway(s?))
