Heh--It's been quite a week.
Just a few loose ends to tie up. My dear friend, Ray Wong, is spilling all sorts of made-up secrets about me, on his blog. Something about a wild evening involving Chippendales dancers and Maker's Mark. I told him not to drink so much whiskey. Sheesh, can I help it if the guy is a total lightweight?
As always, I'd love it if you'd use the AWMondayMemes's tag."
Also, the ever-lovely Unique tagged me to write to a photo prompt. You can see the photo on her blog, here.
Somehow, sometimes, storms cleanse the heart that holds them. From complete devastation, you find a place of serenity and simplicity from which you can begin again. Erin was like that, for Matt.
For the rest of his life, his loves would be defined by Erin. He felt certain of it, sitting alone, contemplating the ceiling of his apartment. He even found a small amount of satisfaction in the thought.
Last but certainly not least, go take the My Words Matter pledge. If for no other reason, take the pledge because you do know the power of words.
When are you going to send me copies of those photos we took when we went horseback riding and saw Bigfoot? I told you I didn't mind if you sold them to the National Enquirer - I mean it *was* your camera and all. I just want a copy for the photo album.
Mac, what do you remember about when we were hiking through Ireland? It seems almost like a dream now, so all I can think is our memories were somehow affected. I need to write about it just to get it clear in my head. It was the summer right after college graduation, and we went to Ireland as a reward, or maybe to keep from having to get a job. We had been out hiking and stopped by this spring that was bubbling up out of the rocks. After drinking from this clear cool spring, we both fell asleep. When we woke up it was twilight and we were surrounded by these beautiful creatures who were dancing in a circle around us. The longer we watched the faster they danced until the whole world was spinning to their rhythm. When these unapproachable, magnificent and remotely beautiful creatures stopped spinning and dancing around us, we had been transported to another place. We were surrounded by a perfection that could not be real. There were no dead leaves on the plants, no cracks statues; one didn’t ever feel a cold draft. Such beauty is unimaginable, but cold and unattainable without the flaws that mark something of human origin. Mac, I remember you saying, over and over “Don’t eat or drink anything.” We watched this coldly perfect display, marveling at the painful exquisiteness of our surroundings. We danced and laughed, but following your warnings, we never ate or drank. We awoke in the morning back next to the spring. When we discussed it, we knew it had to be real. Now it is fading for me again, I am writing for confirmation.
You took my $83. And the ring. Give back the ring (Elvis wasn't pleased).
I'm sorry, Mac. I don't remember anything, but I can't find my car, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't wearing a thong when I left the house.
So THAT'S where my thong went! Last thing I recall, Mac strapped it around her chest and was singing "Thongs for the mammaries...."
I was wearing Frank's thong when I left the house. Please don't ask any more questions.
No wonder it's taking Mac so long to clean house!
And who left their spandex pants wrapped around the cactus?