Can you imagine? You've been cooped up in your home all winter, shivering in the cold. If you leave, you have to creep along because of the snow and ice. Finally, summer is here. You take off in your top-down convertible with the breeze in your hair, The Beach Boys 'I Get Around' on the radio, and freedom in your heart and you hit road construction.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
A highway runs thru it
It would be nice if there were never any problems. I was going to say once you die, you have no more problems, but I remembered, sometimes they want to put a highway thru a graveyard and they want to move your body and you know how hard it is to have to suddenly move. I've decided to have myself buried in two places. That way if anyone wants to move me, I have some place to go.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
sleep
Do you know what I do when I can't fall to sleep. I tell myself a story. In my head. The neat thing about telling my own story is I don't have to worry about critics, holes in the plot or problems with the storyline. The best thing is, I usually fall asleep before the first scene is finished. Happy dreams.