I have a dumb story Iíd share if I had the time, but I donít. Iím 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 thereís not much time to write. I have to pack my KISS boots my practice some last minute rock star poses * in the mirror, so youíll just have to wait til I get back on Monday.
Ok, who am I kidding. I donít 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, weddingís 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 donít drive off the road tomorrow night.
And I am in total panic because I canít find my CB! Whatís a road trip without a CB?
Not much. Thatís what.
When I sold The Raider I think I left it under the front seat.
If the road trip to Seattle wasnít in jeopardy before because of Jenís 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.