Sur la Route

That's right, I'm a travelling Trouble for the next couple of weeks. Spending time in PA with family and spawn, then jetting off to Colorado for a visit with the spawn 2.0 - 4.0 versions.

Already missing my tribbly Superfly something fierce, cannot wait for him to join me for a little Halloween whoop-dee-doo here in the land of the Amish. Second day here and I've already been to court. Nothing I did--this time--Trouble Jr.'s unfortunate choice in boyfriends has a parole hearing. Of course I offered moral support and of course I gave talking some sense into the girl my very best shot.

Why do young, beautiful, bright girls fall for the biggest losers, every time?

[sigh] Speaking of big losers, when I go to Colorado I'll be dealing with four: my ex and his latest wife, my mother, and the world's most cunning stalker. Is it any wonder to anyone that I have panic attacks the entire flight to Denver? Being with my wee sprouts is worth all of it, and then some.

Superfly, I am so incredibly lucky to have you in my life, and I plan to show you every day, in increasingly inventive ways, just how much I appreciate you. *SMOOCH!*

My friends, whom I adore so very much, thank you, too, for being you. You'll just have to be satisfied with my expressed love, darlings; all physical affection is Property Superfly. :)

*Waves from verdant farmland* You should see these albino pumpkins! No, not those, those are my boobs. I'm talking ACTUAL gourds, freakily non-orange.

A toast of spiced cider to all, with love.

xoxo T