Jet-Set Frances
It's crazy! I can't believe it's happening! No more thinking and planning and humming and hawing... Just doing!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
For those interested, I'm going here.
p.s. No, I won't smuggle guns into Serbia for your cousin. Pants already asked.
p.p.s. No, it's not a dangerous place to be anymore (with the exception of the upcoming election in Montenegro)... But what place isn't vaguely dangerous? Hmmm?
p.p.p.s. Sorry, Keri... Next time, K?
6 comments:
I do like it when you hum though. Not so much the hawing, it;s a little awkward.
I will pace the town all sad crying "Where is my Shoes?" for that time period. And will likely be corrected on my grammar by passers-by "I think you mean 'where are your shoes'." And I will be too sad to fight back. I will say "They have gone off to war."
PS. Is there some sort of ribbon bumper sticker I could get to support my troop?
(Pants)
I will make you some such ribbon out of a Captain Underpants bookmark, dearest Pants.
Oz vs. Balkans... hmm... how about smuggling guns out? I can think of lots of times on desk where they'd be handy.
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Ooooh. When are you going?
Click on the link!
Okay, I'll tell you... The Balkans...
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