I have a dumb story I�d share if I had the time, but I don�t. I�m heading out to St. Louis tomorrow (swinging by to pick up Jen along the way) and we're off to have some rock and roll fun, so there�s not much time to write. I have to pack my KISS boots my practice some last minute rock star poses * in the mirror, so you�ll just have to wait til I get back on Monday.
Ok, who am I kidding. I don�t have any KISS boots, so here you go:
My sister is going to Kick. My. Ass.
Ok, so you know how a few months ago I was always grumbling about all of these Maid Of Honor duties I had to take care of for her wedding?
Ok, well, wedding�s over and I am still screwing shit up.
Ok, that really is all I have time for right now, as now I realize it really is kinda a long story and I have to rest up so I don�t drive off the road tomorrow night.
And I am in total panic because I can�t find my CB! What�s a road trip without a CB?
Not much. That�s what.
When I sold The Raider I think I left it under the front seat.
If the road trip to Seattle wasn�t in jeopardy before because of Jen�s complete disregard of the direct orders to not find a real post-grad-school job until we could do the trip - I fear it is now.
Wow, what a set back.
Does this mean I may finally have to break down and lose my status as the last person on earth without a cell phone?
Too bad. I kinda like it here in 1987.
p.s. for good times, I recommend spending some time at the * pillowfort while I am away. But make sure to miss me lots, anyway. Ok? I'll be sure to tell you all aobut it when I get back.