he’s baccccck…
TTP is back from Santa Fe, and while I’m too wiped to say much, I must note a few things. First, flying into Atlanta, after circling Rome due to weather, I looked out the window into smog or clouds, and I really wanted to hop a flight back. But I had a great surprise when I got home, which was amazingly kind and just solidifes that among mortals, DMH is a hoss. Thank you. Riding home in rush hour traffic, staring at “GO DAWGS” (graduate the f already…) was trying.
A few other things:
If anyone reading this hasn’t been to the northern New Mexico area, stop reading now and book a trip. Incredibly beautiful.
I sat next to a woman on the plane home with a cat. Which was a mate or something to a cat two rows up. They chatted for half the flight. I kept thinking lady, if this plane goes down, your cat’s gonna die. harsh, but true.
Someone needs to buy Diane Keaton a few double pounders. And a milkshake. She is a flat person. Women are designed to have curves.
Craig, my right leg forgives you. The left, however, is still irked at ya.
Miss Myra will entertain offers for bean removal, and wants to shop at the Water Store for jerky, while fixing her FUL.
Peace.
LH, thank you, partner. You’re a deck full of aces.