Thursday, November 27, 2008

To the Big Apple we go....

I have no time here, but didn't want to leave you hanging.
S.Rube's preschool teacher kinda ruined the surprise. There was no 3rd clue as a result.
We are packing and are leaving in 2 hours!

I'll tell you more next Wednesday.


pathetic thelma said...

Jesus, J. Rube (hey! that's kinda like Jesus H. Christ! woah! careful former Catholic girl!)...this is too f'n long for me!
What the hell is wrong with me?

I mean for years we go without seeing/talking to each other save for the occasional phone call and now you go for a (less than a) week-long trip with your honey and by Sunday I am going through withdrawl!

I have all the classic symptoms:

need for shortness of breath by sharing a ciggy or two together

severe cravings for coconut clumpy blobs and the associated silliness

breaking out into "need to speak with someone else as witty as me" sweats

stiffening of the right arm; we haven't raised a glass together in so, so long

prolonged ear exposure; I don't talk to anyone else on the phone daily except for my husband

lack-of-skip-in-my-step-itis; WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


I'll be fine (she lies...)

Magnolia said...

I agree with pathetic thelma....what happened in the big apple.......

Love ya

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