Saturday, January 24, 2009

E and I will both be gone the next five days unless of course we decide to live here and sell coconuts by the sea shore.

It is a possibility.

Think of me and tell all birds to get the hell away from our airplane.

I miss the girls already and am driving E crazy with tears.

I will drink a pina colada for you and you, and you……

1 comment:

Matt said...

I really want to go to the place in that picture.

Your poem complements it well.