I'm back. But it's only in your imagination.

Hey ya. Going to see my parents. Gonna' load up on the worlds best peaches, try hard not to fight with my mama, and see if I can get the first homegrown tomato sandwich of the year from my da'.

What did I learn last night?

Hmmm.

I love to chat with Talooooolah.

I'm going to loooovee chatting with NJ.

I also got to laugh. Last night I was in quite a bit of pain. Thanks to a funny, funny person I got to forget the pain and enjoy the laugh. I think he must have that affect on alot of folks. I'd hug his neck but he'd probably think I was some kind of stalker weirdo or something. So I won't. Thing is, I believe that someone, somewhere up in heaven is taking notes. Somewhere up in heaven angels are smiling. They are saying, "Who knew that he could be so kind?" They are forgetting the past and looking at the now and future.

Me?

I'm just finally getting a good nights sleep and laughing.

Oh, and you know what the trouble is. They're hiring those Harvard types. That's okay. But what you're in need of is someone from the RedNeck Nation as a writer too. Then you'd have some funny to go with all that urbane and witty. You know I like a fine whine as much as anyone, but a longneck and a Redneck on the beach is alot more fun. 

Just sayin'.

Take care.

Taaaaaallllooooolllaaahhh, check yer mail. Ignore the first email as meddling and read the second one.

NJ -- well heck. Now that I know you like chocolate milk and simulated auto racing on Sunday morning?  My day is complete. Problem... I'm a tea drinker who'd rather spend their Sunday mornings having sex.  Does that mean we have nothing in common? 

 Check yer mail. I got questions for ya..

Well wish me luck.

Going to see parents is always a crap shoot. Especially when there's the possibility of also seeing sibling. Yippie!!!

I will be suitably dark and depressed next week.

Lots to write about.

Ann

Next...talking about reality here.