Yeah, about that, I'm obviously going to hit on that before you do. You ok with that? If I go into great detail and all?
You are forgiven your tardiness.
And the next 76 sins.
Because, hot toddy! that man is easy on the eye!
(And how convenient that I can "tote" that very face around whenever I want thanks to a certain pretty
!)
We miss him.
And the rum.
The overwhelming amount of work we STILL need to do in the new place.
IF we stay in the new place.
::sigh::
ANYWAY.
Best laid plans and all that.
You know where this is going, right?
"Yes, please, honey." :: plink,plink :: <--- those were my eyelashes batting
I walked over for a final good-bye kiss and as my lips were about to reach his...
the car shuddered and konked out.
The car stalled out. Again.
I wish I was kidding.
I'm not.
This time she will NOT turn over. And I happened to notice that me "Feed Me Gas Or Die" light is on.
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we FINALLY had that good-bye kiss
Cody. Cody is my mom's black Lab. He's 3. He needs Prozac. I'm not kidding. Makes for an interesting ride. This dog needs to visit my therapist more than I need to visit my therapist.
UP NEXT: Vomit: The Disney Secret. And No. I'm REALLY Not Kidding
I carried a watermelon.
I am also assuming that everything was fine with Baby when your Dad checked her out.
I am really intrigued and slightly horrified with your title for the next chapter.![]()
Wow! Drama before you even left the driveway!
Whew! Glad there was only a minor hiccup in the plans, and that you made it to the airport!
Hopefully ther is caffeine in your future.
p.s. Love your personality and the way you tell a story![]()
I was going to say "ended well" but the title of your next installment gives me pause...
I too am really enjoying your trippy so I am in for the duration![]()
I have no problem with you going into great detail. Write away, my dear. And you will hit on that WAY before I do. Seeing as how it's basically my end, and sort of your beginning. And a great end/beginning it was.![]()
Do you remember what I said about the tank top? And the grin. On the DIS, we'll call it the come hither look.![]()
Kiss interrupted.
Girl interrupted.
You're serious? I mean, seriously serious. The DOG is depressed?
I'm just joining in on the fun! Can't wait to read more!!!!
I just read your entire Pre-Trip report and loved it.
Cody. Cody is my mom's black Lab. He's 3. He needs Prozac. I'm not kidding. Makes for an interesting ride. This dog needs to visit my therapist more than I need to visit my therapist.
How dry are your eyes that they make a noise when you blink? Seriously, you might should try some Visene. Or get a prescription for something."Yes, please, honey." :: plink,plink :: <--- those were my eyelashes batting
Obviously your grandfather was nothing like my grandfather. You must put gas in the car when the gage is between 1/2 and 1/4. Preferably closer to 1/2. My mother got this lecture (the entire time she was driving the car less than 1/2 full), so in turn I got the lecture. And no, I don't do that, but I also don't let it get past 1/4. much.![]()