In the olden days, I woulda waxed all poetic about it and spun some kinda major tale. But these are the modern daze, and the time for that type of effort just doesn't exist. Somehow, though, the story must be told.
So I think what I am gonna do is just punch out the hi-lites, across a few posts.
Somewhere between Spokane and Ritzville, then. So the very boring beginning,
Patty, I love you, for driving.
I just plain love you, actually.
But do me one favor, babe, and keep your eyes on the road, and not my ear, or nose, or whatever I unwittingly appurtenanced into the scene.
Not that I don't totally dig your attention.
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Am I the only one that checked the HTML source to see if there was supposed to be a second picture at the bottom of the post, that hadn't loaded yet?
- Ventura
Yep, I tried to figure out how to fix that excessive space and couldn't. Writing it off to Blogger weirdness.
Blogger redacts explicit appurtenances.
It's still there, you just can't see it.
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