I’m in Scotland. SCOTLAND. FREEDOM!
And I’m a little drunk. Did I mention I was in SCOTLAND.
MWA – MISS YOU GERRY!
Missing the kids.
Miss you Hannah (best daughter EVER!) and Max (AMAZING son) and I wish I was with you. Wish it so hard that if wishes could come true I’d be in NJ right now.
Today a truck hit me. I’m fine. You wouldn’t even know from the damage to the car, just a dent in the side panel, but there it is.
I take out American Express insurance when I travel, now we’ll see how it REALLY flies. Just fine, I’m sure.
Sweet jaysus in the manger, I’m ready for some good news.
SO I arrived at Di Gilpin’s after driving through every inch of fyfe and now I’m a little – ahem – happy with the cider. It IS gluten free, you know. Life is good.
And cider is good.
And I am good.
And I am hoping that my insurance is good.
And the weekend was good.
And I’d like to be in a fetal position until I see Gerry again on Friday.
And then it will ALL be good. I miss my guy.
Why is it when you’re a little – ahem – happy – even being a trifle ill can be a religious experience? Who knows. I’m not there yet.
What the world needs is more drunk blogging. Mark my words. Did I mention the spider? I named him Bruce.