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……


Matt said...

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

Your poem complements it well.

Sigh. said...

Your poem affected life?! Yes, you can share your lovely poem and its great "after story" with the world... Submit now on