I hope we are not in trouble.
The power went out last night. We were in the shop. We hid in the bathroom. For a little while. Until I realized that that was dumb. So we found some flashlights and turned off the compressor and the gas and manually shut the doors and stuff. We ran through the rain and took the pilot truck. I got a finger wagging from the Avonlea RCMP for driving too fast. I told him I was afraid of the dark. Apparently that isn't a good reason. We played cards. Ate honeycombs. Slept. Slept. I woke up and he kissed my shoulders and my fingers. We didn't know what time it was. He went to work late and I crawled home to nap for three hours. I hope we aren't in trouble.
Courtney is going to make me fried tofu when he gets back from China.
I hope I can find my MP3 player. Its gotta be somewhere right? And that somewhere isn't the mud outside the shop... right?
Tonight I paint two 27s. I'm a little nervous.
The sun came out and shone on her hair until it was crispy and ready to eat. Birds came from all around with napkins around their little necks to dine on the auburn strands.
Courtney is going to make me fried tofu when he gets back from China.
I hope I can find my MP3 player. Its gotta be somewhere right? And that somewhere isn't the mud outside the shop... right?
Tonight I paint two 27s. I'm a little nervous.
The sun came out and shone on her hair until it was crispy and ready to eat. Birds came from all around with napkins around their little necks to dine on the auburn strands.