So, one morning as I'm dropping Darling off at school, I see my pal dropping off her son so I call her. As soon as she picks up I realize, I can't talk right then because I've got to get Darling out of the car without letting Theodore (the Yorkie) take off like a rocket ship to Mars (sorry, Charlie, I couldn't help myself). So basically as soon as she picked up I said "Hey, I'll call you in a minute" and she says "soooooo, you called me to tell me you'll call me later?" Me: "yeah, pretty much. bye". Don't give me your phone #!
The point of this whole rambling... to tell you I'm home and I'll blog later...like, tomorrow!
(Me and my giant forearm at Margaritaville in Grand Turk)
If that doesn't lure you back, I obviously don't know you well....